Zapped

We're both zapped this afternoon. Him I think, as a result of firework bangs, me as a result of the 3rd film this week. 10.30 Benedict Turnipatch's Hamlet, which I've resisted seeing but caved in after noticing yet another encore screening. Was it emotionally demanding : I don't believe I've ever been more moved by theatre than Ophelia's mad scene--- I wept as she tottered off.