Friday, 21 January 2011

A long day

I managed to get through almost everything on my list yesterday and went to bed feeling rather tired, but a little smug.  The day seemed to last forever again, so I suspect there is definitely something odd going on...perhaps I have an unknown Tardis.  The day ended with a rehearsal, in which I was unable to remember anywhere near enough words, so I will need to do some serious line learning this weekend.  I need to learn some lessons about what I take on and when in the future.  I can already see a bottleneck in June with the shows I have planned, so I will need to get planning almost straight away.  We have another quiet weekend planned, which is a blessed relief, although now the caffeine has kicked in I am feeling rather chipper really...I was able to have a small lie-in due to various family circumstances.

I had the most groveling of phone calls yesterday from the council who had basically screwed up over our bus pass application for youngest.  Sometimes, I underestimate the power of the written word I think.  The email I sent was, if I do say so myself, rather a good one, and it obviously hit home, as action was taken immediately.  Ironically she is off sick today, so was unable to use it.
Today I need to finish some scriptwriting, plan a session for tonight and tomorrow, and do some graphic work for tonights rehearsal as well.  I also need to get Ocado on the case as we have rather bare cupboards, and the natives are restless.

I watched a bit of Question Time last night, and I find myself increasingly annoyed at the rather childish refusal to answer questions.  The promise of new politics was obviously as reliable as the Lib Dems pledge on Tuition fees, so I suspect I will become bored with politics again, which is awful, as now is truly a time to become political I think.  At least there still seems to be the momentum of political action amongst the younger generation, and I hope that this continues.

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