I FINISH WORK AT LUNCHTIME the next day and rush home to wave a duster around my house. My basement is fairly tidy. It’s just an empty space, really, but I run round with a mop and arrange clean cushion covers on the two-seater sofa at the far end. It’s usually where I flop after a rigorous workout but my freshly laundered upholstery may see different action later. I also tidy my bedroom, make sure the carpet is swept and the dressing table relieved of its customary layer of dust. I bundle my clutter into the bottom of my wardrobe and close the door on it.
At five o’clock I start experimenting with outfits. This really should be a whole lot easier since I don’t intend to wear much for my actual performance, but I need to strike the right note when I answer the door and lead my audience do
