So Mr Sheena organised lunch with a friend pre-show about half an hour’s tube away from the theatre. I got a bit annoyed and anxious as I felt it was cutting it fine. Sure enough, the fucking tube line closed for an hour for some season and an Uber was going to take over an hour itself thanks to Saturday traffic meaning we’d arrive half an hour late, which is unthinkable for me- especially in FUCKING FRONT ROW SEATS. I threw my toys out of the pram, we had an absolutely massive row and just went home.
Gutted.