So I’m cheating sue me…it was either this or surrender…
I had spent last weekend worrying that the cult of 365 had died but nobody had invited me to the funeral: this week I realised that a 365 free week means craziness has erstwhile reigned.
I’d dreaded this week: in fact much of my drag my agnostic self to church last Sunday was in the hope of finding spiritual strength to reach Friday.
Monday: Open Night at school: glory be that I don’t sell cars for a living: and gratitude to the pupils who endlessly performed.
Tuesday: Open night #2: Gratitude to the Yr 8 girls who were endless ‘Fish’ in tonight’s performance: they reminded me why I love Drama! Thanks also to a best friend I hadn’t spent ‘quality’ time with in too long, our shared Cava; gossip and late night Theology was long overdue and made me smile all of the next day.
Wednesday: another post-school meeting with my financial adviser: I rushed home to clear up the aftermath of ‘Hurricane Stephen’ and completed two hurried hours of marking before a dinner with friends. One a girl I’m becoming increasingly closer too and the other, one I’ve drifted from. It was good to catch up but no real sharing was done: maybe two years is impossible to gap in one evening.
Thursday: A busy school day: hours spent finally finishing very depressing ‘mock’ exam marking: I despair. I debated all afternoon if I was loco nuts to take a bus to a theatre in Armagh with my A-level English Lit and Drama classes: but weather permitted and the ’show went on’.
Words fail me as to how bad the production really was: I can’t actually begin: appalling accents, missed cues, pantomime style acting of a tragic piece, broken props, lighting mayhem… If it hadn’t been past midnight when I returned I would have showered just to rid myself of the violating lack of talent that prevailed. ( I worried that I too degrade literature by less than mediocre performances). That the pupils realised it was horrific was the only saving grace.
Friday: Today was equally hectic. Marking HAD TO BE finished and reports written: I had to cancel a rehearsal to work through lunch. In my next life I wish to be better organised… I was late for an after school coffee that needed more emotional attention than I had to give. I’ve just spent an hour with my mortgage paper work and I’ve given up. I’ve still to unload my car (it is to be serviced tomorrow), organise two cheques, pack my bag (I’m staying at home, home tonight), and have a bubble bath: a long awaited Christmas present Spa day awaits tomorrow…at least now I feel like I’ve earned a little of the fabulous indulgence.
