332: Having a truly crappy rehearsal/ttotally unorganised/ highly gruesome work daymade better by a ‘I was wrong, you were wrong, you know I love you anyway’ phone call.Feeling proud of a tutee who has won a scholarship to America for a two week cross-community project (even though I’d nothing whatsoever to do with the award), the pleasure of escaping inside words….
333: The powers that be at school decided today was the day to wake up and read the calendar; and while JC and I have spent too many moments bemoaning our lack of actual, get up of your butt and do something support: the influx of a highly critical audience pre, post and during today’s rehearsal was hard to take.
But grace found me: through the Bangor Academy Old Guard: a frank, honest, we can do this conversation as I gave the wonderful DI a lift home (and the realisation that even at my craziest moments; I do not even begin to understand the stress sheet of the working mother) gaining much needed perspective, the promise of West Wing night (thanks Smoothstones) made all the sweeter by an LT escape plan; and taking the time to text apologies to two of the Old Guard who offered opinions and advice and got a diva response…
I now find myself in that quandry of having so much to do; that I’ve started various things and can’t finish any of them: or begin to prioritise…maybe putting the kettle on is the best place to start?
