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Eesh.
First of all I'M SORRY I AM A BOTTLE OF SHITE at keeping in touch at the moment. Combinations of operas, illnesses and so forth have kept me running about and basically I haven't got my arse in gear. Bah. So, I'm not ignoring everyone whom I have catastrophically failed with memes etc etc etc and will be back on the case.
Flute was fab. What a total joy to be with a cast of people who were (a) all good, (b) all jolly and (c) completely devoid of bloody annoying egotistical temperament. I'm lucky; this is about the fourth show in a row I've done where everyone has conspicuously NOT got on my tits. And they've been some of the best work I've done. (with the exception of course of the first night of Flute, when I had no voice; however I seem vaguely to have got away with it, thus adding weight to my theory that the more breast you reveal on stage the less likely anyone is going to be listening. Hmmm. Years of practice clearly unnecessary).
What else has been happening. Ah yes. Mr P has had manflu. Or, to be fair, he has had a proper fluey cold (NOT FLU) and been jolly ill, and taken to his bed for two days. But then when he gave it to ME he said he'd taken enough time off work so I had four days of feeling like a pile of shit and having to look after and entertain the small people. Totally reasonable, but Grrrrrrrr.
Oh. And my lovely is off for TWO MONTHS. Woe woe woe, what am I going to do with myself? Apart from watch the resultant programmes with a great deal of enthusiasm of course, but two months??? Boo! And I probably won't get to see him before he goes. Amusement required until mid-May, please....
First of all I'M SORRY I AM A BOTTLE OF SHITE at keeping in touch at the moment. Combinations of operas, illnesses and so forth have kept me running about and basically I haven't got my arse in gear. Bah. So, I'm not ignoring everyone whom I have catastrophically failed with memes etc etc etc and will be back on the case.
Flute was fab. What a total joy to be with a cast of people who were (a) all good, (b) all jolly and (c) completely devoid of bloody annoying egotistical temperament. I'm lucky; this is about the fourth show in a row I've done where everyone has conspicuously NOT got on my tits. And they've been some of the best work I've done. (with the exception of course of the first night of Flute, when I had no voice; however I seem vaguely to have got away with it, thus adding weight to my theory that the more breast you reveal on stage the less likely anyone is going to be listening. Hmmm. Years of practice clearly unnecessary).
What else has been happening. Ah yes. Mr P has had manflu. Or, to be fair, he has had a proper fluey cold (NOT FLU) and been jolly ill, and taken to his bed for two days. But then when he gave it to ME he said he'd taken enough time off work so I had four days of feeling like a pile of shit and having to look after and entertain the small people. Totally reasonable, but Grrrrrrrr.
Oh. And my lovely is off for TWO MONTHS. Woe woe woe, what am I going to do with myself? Apart from watch the resultant programmes with a great deal of enthusiasm of course, but two months??? Boo! And I probably won't get to see him before he goes. Amusement required until mid-May, please....