David and I attend a lovely, informal lunch at the Royal Court where he is presented with his WGGB new writing encouragement award. We are amongst a select few of writers and directors, including one of my all time favourite playwrights, Timberlake Wertenbaker. She makes a great speech about writers needing a home and about new writing not necessarily being young writing. She also wishes me good luck as she and her director, Purni Morell, dash away back to rehearsal at the National studio.
As the wine flows freely we enjoy the food and the company but, unfortunately, we too have to make a hasty exit before the dessert because we are auditioning actors for the Fred play across the other side of London. David, who obviously knows the city well, says it will be quicker by tube so I find myself tagging after him, tottering on high heels, which I haven't had chance to change, trying not to lose him in the crowd as we change trains several times in the underground.
