Christmas in Peterborough

I went to Peterborough Museum last week to look round as we're hoping to remount an extended version of A Workhouse Christmas there, we being myself and Kate Hall the director. It used to be an infirmary and still has the old operating theatre in there, now someones office. It's on the first floor and reached by a very impressive staircase, unless of course you were about to be operated on in which case you were winched up the centre of the stair well on your bed.  Bit of a design fault there I can't help thinking.  Apparently only a handful of people died from falling off their beds.
Last year's version of the show went on at the Old Still, an empty pub off the shopping centre with rambling rooms, oak panelling and a centre courtyard that made it an ideal location.  Our promenade performance at the museum will be spread over three floors and the audience will have to go round in three groups of twenty.  Today's task is to come up with a structure that will allow this to happen in a way that makes sense both in terms of the narrative and the logistics of moving actors and public.  Then we wait to see if the project survives next moth's anticipated cuts, and if it does, I get down to writing the dialogue.
Matt has finished the script/score and sent it off to Oxford, so all I can do now about that is fret.  No problems there, I'm very good at it.