Without really thinking about it, we’ve been sitting on benches outside at dusk. It’s twenty to seven. There’s still a tiny residue of light in the sky, and it isn’t freezing.
Equinox. The first official day of spring. When I get home I’m switching off the central heating and then to hell with it, if there’s snow in April I’ll just freeze.
I’m at Theatro Technis up in Mornington Crescent doing dress rehearsal for Scene and Heard. Milo and I are on towards the end of the show so there’ll be no sneaking off early. Likely it’ll be a long night and I’ll get home late and sleepy. And hungry.
Invigilating this morning which always involves hauling myself out of bed earlier than I want to. Much groaning. Thank God Imperial College is in my borough and I can just bang up to South Kensington in Bergman half asleep. Plus they sell coffee at the college so as long as we get set up quickly I can indulge my addiction before all the students come rolling in. Then I had to post a package to Prague for Lou. I got home about 4pm desperate for a power nap. Got my head down for half an hour. Then up again and over to Camden for this long evening. You forget that about doing a show – you have to do the show. It really shapes how you budget your energy through the day.
It’s a lovely thing to be doing with a pleasant group of people as the winter shrugs away. I’m gonna get off the writing and enjoy the fact that I’m still outside and its dark.
AlBarclay 