Here’s my dilemma: With a short review of an outstanding play like Home, what do I comment on? The acting? Who should I single out? Sarah English in a memorable turn as the move-bustin’ Russian/Estonia survivor? How about John Beale for a brilliantly nuanced performance? Or David Hughes? No one does charming yet garrulous like Hughes. But all five actors deserve praise. Perhaps I should applaud the play itself. Playwright Colleen Wagner has created moments that I will long be thinking about; snapshots such as a line literally drawn between feuding cultures or a conversation conducted in two languages, yet entirely understood by the audience. I marvel at her ability to write primarily in English yet to give the flavour of several languages. But perhaps the message of the play is the ultimate reason to see it: Home may be where the heart is, but a heart will wither and die if it lives only in the past. –Kate Watson
Also, @twitcoast was asking in their daily email for photos of $100 worth of groceries. This was $97 at Superstore in Elmsdale. Tea was by far the most expensive item, followed by the flat of eggs. pic.twitter.com/LXaKoOTTJt