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One of the greatest piazzas in the world is St Mark’s Square. I remember arriving there in a windswept motor launch from Venice airport on a cold March evening. The next morning we walked into a snow-covered square in bright sunshine, weather which revealed its full beauty. Last I have took refuge in St Mark’s Square. Alas, not the one in Venice, but the new St Mark’s Square complex which is  home to Bromley’s Premier Inn. With a busy week including read throughs of the television series and a hospital appointment, the last thing I needed on Sunday morning was Richard testing positive for Covid. Come to think of it, I think it was the last thing he needed as well. Having tested negative on the Friday and Saturday, I took another test which was also negative and decided that the only course of action to be taken was to seek refuge in the Premier. A few items flung into a suitcase and iPad and phone clutched in my bag, I set off for the delights of what many might consider to be Bromley’

 As far as my birthday is concerned, I have never been one for hiding my light under a bushel. "Oh I don't celebrate birthdays" one hears some people cry. I do. I most certainly do, and for anybody who wants to get involved, my 65th birthday will be celebrated next week on March 8.  Yes I will be becoming an OAP, but it won't lessen the fact that the birthday will be celebrated. There have been some great ones over the years.  An evening out with all my fellow members of the RSC on a nightclub boat called the Tuxedo Princess in Newcastle.  A quiz night in the Polish club in Balham.  Taking over half of Joe Allen's for a particularly recent milestone. All of them highly enjoyable occasions. And there have been holidays. Birthday holidays. A fabulous spa week in Saint Lucia, trips to New York, Venice, Bath, Istanbul, Dubai, and Rotherham  have all added a particular gloss to March 8. That's March 8, in case you hadn't managed to make a note of it yet. With R