It’s been a scutter of a a week. Sick child at home plus school holidays has meant the destruction of all routine in the house including any sensible attempts at getting a full nights sleep.
Weeks like this make me feel like mince. All bits and pieces. I have yet to master the art of being at home with small people. It’s like fielding the longest game of cook/clean/bickering kids ever. Anyway, it is what it is but it leaves little to report.
One draft a day as usual, nothing especially inspiring, one very odd and dark creepy thing which I secretly like, we shall see where they go. Made no submissions and heard nothing but today I am off to Aberdeen for the rehearsal and performance of my first script at The Lemon Tree Theatre. No idea what that will be like, I am quite nervous.
Things that made me happy this week:
Someone came through for me – they said they would do something and they actually did it. It was a beautiful thing.
My brother and his kids came for tea on Saturday – combined children are always easier than your own, why is this?
Kim Moore’s new book arrived, can’t wait to read it.
My children were sometimes nice to each other, sometimes.
Easter Monday was lovely, we went to Glamis Castle with my brother and sister in law and walked about the gardens. I like walking about posh gardens and pretending I am in a BBC costume drama.
I was accepted onto a training theatre thing in France. I am excited. I am terrified.
I had to sign two writing contracts on the one day. Coincidence, but it made me feel writerly.
A parent called me this week and told me how much her daughter is loving the youth theatre. I also picked up two newbies for next term.
I have another week of holiday to survive then some kind of normality should resume. Wish me luck.