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Hah, so I just had a very interesting weekend where several things happened. On Saturday I went up to Windsor to see a friend's play but what we didn't realise was that there was a match at Twinkenham. Ergo - RUGBY FANS EVERYWHERE. The trains were packed there and back and some idiot was playing his Alexa speakers loudly to the whole carriage on the journey out. There were beer-cans in so many hands, fans were crowding the platforms at three different stops on the Overground and on my return journey, I got sworn at for trying to get close enough to the train doors so I could get off before even more of them got on. They were crammed in like sardines; all things considered, it was quite frightening.
That said though, it was lovely to see my friend and she was moved that we'd come to see her perform. The play was the Importance of Being Earnest and it was the proper deal; I saw a more 'fun' version a year or two back at a community centre in Cardiff but it was really interesting to watch the real thing. I felt immediately that I was listening to Oscar Wilde talking and the cast - including my friend, of course - were brilliant. Another of our pals had come separately; she had driven up as she had to go onto Brighton immediately following but we got chips and ice-cream and sat by the water-front after the play and I got my friend's autograph. ^_^
Work for the past two days has had its fair share of challenges and I've had to really think on my feet. I've been getting flustered very easily; my colleagues keep telling me to 'breathe' and I'm trying to slow down. I had to do four speeches in a row at one point (which was a huge adrenaline rush) and got clapped for it afterwards and then on another occasion had to stall a group of visitors for ten minutes; ten minutes where I really had to keep calm and carry on. But I got through it and last night congratulated myself with a KFC.
Then this morning I woke up at four convinced something was crawling over me and jumped out of bed with a squeal - but it was only my own hair. -_-
I've had today off and meant to do some writing but it's been such a lovely sunny day and I just... unplugged for a bit and have been reading Brooklyn by Colm Toibin. I've seen the film but the book is so gripping; I'm reading it on the heels of finishing Rachel Joyce's The Music Shop, which I actually finished on the bus into work yesterday (it was an emotional rollercoaster and I was really holding my breath). There's a café down the road from me that I've been meaning to try and it was actually really nice; I had a berry smoothie which was gorgeous, with a muffin and wrote a Sherlock fanfic in my Ravenclaw notebook that was inspired by watching my friend's play (ie. the whole Mycroft as Lady Bracknell thing; I was watching the character and thinking 'Holy cow!') I don't know if I'll copy it up at some point but it was enormous fun. I think I'm going to take my laptop back to this café and write there.
On the subject of Sherlock, I actually rediscovered some old favourites from the 2010-2011 era by a really unique writer who was very active at the time. I know, most fans have moved on, but I was actually really relieved to find that her fics were still online because a few of my old favourites have disappeared. I had clean forgotten what her name was and where to find her. I'd been desperately looking for the name in my head and in the middle of a task at work, suddenly remembered who it was. It was a joy to read those fics once more - as well as, shame on me, some I'd never actually looked at before and had escaped my notice. One or two of them were very sad but the majority were uplifting and hopeful and happy. They made me very glad; I remember how that time in fandom felt because of course I've now discovered Check Please! and I feel I have something motivating to get me through the day now - projects to work on and a rediscovered purpose outside work, as a fangirl. I've just spent about three years on the other side of the country feeling as if I had nothing to get up for and feelg my days were empty so to have rejuvenated my fire feels incredibly special; I feel so much more awake. I've fallen back into slightly bad habits - pressurising myself and overthinking - but I'm better at dealing with it, distracting myself from the overthinking and writing what I want to write.
Also, even though I have zero money, I went into Tesco today and found this beckoning at me from a shelf: (click to enlarge, I'm still figuring out pictures on DW).
I mean. I'm not QUITE as invested in Benedict as I used to be (save the cross-stitch and the colouring book, hah) BUT THOSE EYES, MAN. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. I think his and MF's recent disagreements about the Sherlock fandom have been blown slightly out of proportion by the press, but hopefully that'll all get sorted out, if there is anything indeed to sort out at all. I get it; they don't associate much outside of Sherlock and I think the press has made more of a mountain out of it than they should have because of the closeness of Sherlock and John.
I've... also got to make a phonecall tonight that I'm slightly uneasy about because I don't know what the outcome will be. Wish me luck with that. Until then, I'm going to try and keep busy.
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That said though, it was lovely to see my friend and she was moved that we'd come to see her perform. The play was the Importance of Being Earnest and it was the proper deal; I saw a more 'fun' version a year or two back at a community centre in Cardiff but it was really interesting to watch the real thing. I felt immediately that I was listening to Oscar Wilde talking and the cast - including my friend, of course - were brilliant. Another of our pals had come separately; she had driven up as she had to go onto Brighton immediately following but we got chips and ice-cream and sat by the water-front after the play and I got my friend's autograph. ^_^
Work for the past two days has had its fair share of challenges and I've had to really think on my feet. I've been getting flustered very easily; my colleagues keep telling me to 'breathe' and I'm trying to slow down. I had to do four speeches in a row at one point (which was a huge adrenaline rush) and got clapped for it afterwards and then on another occasion had to stall a group of visitors for ten minutes; ten minutes where I really had to keep calm and carry on. But I got through it and last night congratulated myself with a KFC.
Then this morning I woke up at four convinced something was crawling over me and jumped out of bed with a squeal - but it was only my own hair. -_-
I've had today off and meant to do some writing but it's been such a lovely sunny day and I just... unplugged for a bit and have been reading Brooklyn by Colm Toibin. I've seen the film but the book is so gripping; I'm reading it on the heels of finishing Rachel Joyce's The Music Shop, which I actually finished on the bus into work yesterday (it was an emotional rollercoaster and I was really holding my breath). There's a café down the road from me that I've been meaning to try and it was actually really nice; I had a berry smoothie which was gorgeous, with a muffin and wrote a Sherlock fanfic in my Ravenclaw notebook that was inspired by watching my friend's play (ie. the whole Mycroft as Lady Bracknell thing; I was watching the character and thinking 'Holy cow!') I don't know if I'll copy it up at some point but it was enormous fun. I think I'm going to take my laptop back to this café and write there.
On the subject of Sherlock, I actually rediscovered some old favourites from the 2010-2011 era by a really unique writer who was very active at the time. I know, most fans have moved on, but I was actually really relieved to find that her fics were still online because a few of my old favourites have disappeared. I had clean forgotten what her name was and where to find her. I'd been desperately looking for the name in my head and in the middle of a task at work, suddenly remembered who it was. It was a joy to read those fics once more - as well as, shame on me, some I'd never actually looked at before and had escaped my notice. One or two of them were very sad but the majority were uplifting and hopeful and happy. They made me very glad; I remember how that time in fandom felt because of course I've now discovered Check Please! and I feel I have something motivating to get me through the day now - projects to work on and a rediscovered purpose outside work, as a fangirl. I've just spent about three years on the other side of the country feeling as if I had nothing to get up for and feelg my days were empty so to have rejuvenated my fire feels incredibly special; I feel so much more awake. I've fallen back into slightly bad habits - pressurising myself and overthinking - but I'm better at dealing with it, distracting myself from the overthinking and writing what I want to write.
Also, even though I have zero money, I went into Tesco today and found this beckoning at me from a shelf: (click to enlarge, I'm still figuring out pictures on DW).
I mean. I'm not QUITE as invested in Benedict as I used to be (save the cross-stitch and the colouring book, hah) BUT THOSE EYES, MAN. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. I think his and MF's recent disagreements about the Sherlock fandom have been blown slightly out of proportion by the press, but hopefully that'll all get sorted out, if there is anything indeed to sort out at all. I get it; they don't associate much outside of Sherlock and I think the press has made more of a mountain out of it than they should have because of the closeness of Sherlock and John.
I've... also got to make a phonecall tonight that I'm slightly uneasy about because I don't know what the outcome will be. Wish me luck with that. Until then, I'm going to try and keep busy.
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