Went to see the National Theatre Live production of ‘The Life of Pi’ at the cinema last night. I must have read the book back in the day because it was on the ‘A’ level teaching syllabus, and I vaguely remember trudging through it in case any student decided they wanted to study it as part of their course. The fact I remember little about it says much about the trudging effect I felt. And then, as with a lot of novels, this one came to life in theatre production and I enjoyed a mesmerising, and timely thought-provoking evening in the company of Heather and a bag of chocolate raisins. I may re-read the novel. I thought I was never going to blog again. Raising a puppy is a full time job. I’ve been so tired and the house has been turned upside down which has been difficult for a neat freak like me. There’s been a sense of Groundhog Day (or should that be Grounddog Day??) as we go through the same routines day in, day out, so Nell can learn to be part of our family. No time for any writin