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Othello was good. If odd. Really, really odd. The set was an empty stage, apart from six storage boxes, so it was all in the acting and the lighting. I felt that the direction was a little misguided in places, but absolutely inspired in others, which was a bit difficult to cope with, because my opinions of the play in general kept swinging wildly from wow it's cool to what the heelll. But I'm really glad we all saw it, even though the theatre was cold. And the bastard seats were bastards.
Oh work was great today. Jo likes me! We talked about the exams and she's letting me have three days off in June, phew, and one of those days is the 5th which is when Em's party is, so how lucky is that! (Lucky in the sense that I engineered it that way and it worked.)
Speaking of the café, you know how sometimes you come across people who have this quality about them, and it illuminates them, and you just literally sense that they're special, for no real reason? I saw someone like that there today. She was a little girl, I would say not older than eight, and she had such beautiful green eyes, very like a cat, but in all senses. Regal and mystical and intense. While she was reading the paper, her dad said, 'Catherine, you can't do the Times cryptic crossword' and she said 'Yes, I can.' and her dad said 'It takes me at least 20 minutes, darling' and she looked at him for a few seconds before saying 'Then it'll take me three hours. That's fine.' And her voice was so quiet and so calm. I'm giving her a hot chocolate and feeling completely in awe, and her mum beamed at me and said 'She's a good tryer, is our Catherine.' A good tryer! It made me smile, because that woman will never be able to see what I see when I look at people.
I miss being able to talk to everybody in the evening. I get so bored on my own! Think I'll go out for a drink with P now.
Oh work was great today. Jo likes me! We talked about the exams and she's letting me have three days off in June, phew, and one of those days is the 5th which is when Em's party is, so how lucky is that! (Lucky in the sense that I engineered it that way and it worked.)
Speaking of the café, you know how sometimes you come across people who have this quality about them, and it illuminates them, and you just literally sense that they're special, for no real reason? I saw someone like that there today. She was a little girl, I would say not older than eight, and she had such beautiful green eyes, very like a cat, but in all senses. Regal and mystical and intense. While she was reading the paper, her dad said, 'Catherine, you can't do the Times cryptic crossword' and she said 'Yes, I can.' and her dad said 'It takes me at least 20 minutes, darling' and she looked at him for a few seconds before saying 'Then it'll take me three hours. That's fine.' And her voice was so quiet and so calm. I'm giving her a hot chocolate and feeling completely in awe, and her mum beamed at me and said 'She's a good tryer, is our Catherine.' A good tryer! It made me smile, because that woman will never be able to see what I see when I look at people.
I miss being able to talk to everybody in the evening. I get so bored on my own! Think I'll go out for a drink with P now.