Two hastily arranged posies to take to church for Good Friday’s Easter garden service.
Husband of Mine commented: “It’s amazing how many pretty flowers we have in the garden!”
Er, it’s the same every year. A couple of tatty daffodils, branches chopped off the hebe and a variegated green bush I don’t know the name of, a sprig of heather and some tiny purple flowered ground cover that pops up every spring.
But put the posies with the others in the Easter garden and they look as beautiful as any professionally arranged bouquet.
Evy: (Holds glass up) “Alright, I’m through, I’m through. (Raises glass to lips and finishes it) There! Alright?
Here is the theatre pictured the morning after the last night of The Gingerbread Lady – we were well and truly ‘through’, with the props and furniture cleared, the set ready to take down and cast and crew ready to move back to their real lives.
In fact, the character of Evy, in Neil Simon’s The Gingerbread Lady, wasn’t ‘through’ with her drinking at all; this was merely the first glass of alcohol to pass her lips since coming out of rehab and the one that marked her return to the booze.
It was certainly a challenge and a privilege to play the part of Evy, and it was wonderful to work again with such an intuitive director. The last time we worked together was for the play The Memory of Water, which I found so creatively stimulating that it led me to start this blog as an outlet for my own memories and experiences.
The Gingerbread Lady has been different in many ways (including taking up so much time with line learning and rehearsing that I had little left over to do any blogging!), but ultimately still an amazing experience to work with another fabulous team of people, both on stage and backstage.
As Evy would say, “Glasses up, everyone!”
Sunrise hike to Halnaker Windmill, a set on Flickr.
This morning Son of Mine and I set off from home for a sunrise hike up to Halnaker Windmill with the local Cubs.
I don’t do mornings, but I do do walking, so I happily volunteered to accompany Son of Mine on this early start, in return for a brunch of bacon & eggs cooked by Husband of Mine later.
Son of Mine was up and dressed at 5.00am when the alarm went off. Me, I needed a mug of strong tea to kick start the morning; also making a flask each to take up the hill to accompany our hastily thrown together picnic breakfast of jam sandwiches, fruit and yogurt.
It was a cloudy start at 05.45am, yet thankfully at 06:51am, the sun started to peek through the clouds, just 10 or so minutes after the official sunrise time of 06:40am.
A picnic breakfast was enjoyed by all – despite discovering that other dedicated parents had managed to get up in time to make warm bacon butties – and then the Cubs had a scavenger hunt with a mini Easter egg goody bag prize to keep them going on the hike back down.
I was pleased to see all four sails back on the windmill. The last time we were there, on 13 February, three of the sails had been taken down, presumably due to storm damage earlier in the year.
I can take no credit for this idea – despite my contribution of a Sooty eggcup on the first week of an experiment by @himupnorth to produce a blog post from randomly generated Twitter photographs.
It worked… and the idea has gone viral. Well nearly.
This week’s blog post over at blogupnorth.wordpress.com saw tweeters contributing pictures of their current reading material.
I have this morning finished “What I’m Currently Reading” (‘FlashForward’, a science fiction novel by Canadian author Robert J. Sawyer) which was infinitely better than the American TV series that it spawned. Falling ratings in the UK led to the series finishing abruptly halfway through, so I never did get to find out what happened; and apparently Season 2 was never made, so disappointingly the TV version’s ending was never resolved…
Now at least I know what happened…
A perfect example of why I love Twitter… a random tweet about eggcups generated a entire blog post featuring a collection of eggcup pictures.
My Sooty eggcup is featured in this post – it actually belonged to Mother of Mine when she was a child in the 1960s. Twitter even put me in touch with a tweep who has one very similar, somewhere in her loft – it makes me wonder how many more Sooty eggcups there are out there and whether anybody have one featuring Sweep?