And Brian is straight off again to Majorca. I can’t keep up. It seems neither can he.
I’m back home alone and running a bath for an early bed. Dress rehearsal for the East India at 9am and then I’m off to Glyndebourne for a rare and fleeting assignation with Lou ahead of my opening show at noon on Friday back in London. Lou and I are out of sync with work at the moment, as whenever I’m free she’s working and vice versa. Good that we’ve both packed up the jobs I guess, but not the most sociable situation. This is why it’s worth snatching an afternoon to be in nature and culture with one another even if my head will be full of show.
So after doing my dress, I’ll be at the Merry Widow open dress tomorrow thanks to Lou. A good friend is assistant director so I might get to see them too. Then I’m looking forward to a bit of culture and a nice picnic. It’s all very weather dependent at Glyndebourne, but the prognosis is pretty good, so I’ll get to see Lou and enjoy a spot of lovely light operatics in the sunshine. Meantime I’ve just been pulling jobs together wherever I can to fill the gap until late August. I’ve really got myself into a pickle with my expensive fun in Japan, but this is the way of the world with me. If I can keep balancing feast with famine it’s all good. But tonight I’ll be raiding the kitchen cupboards and pulling out more of the things I bought when I felt flush. It’s a decent pattern. I’ve got Cannolli beans in there, jarred ceps and dried morels, foie gras, various cassoulets. It’s not just noodles and rice here. With ingenuity and a few cheap staples I can eat like a king for about a month, and I might well do that in the hope that I can replenish next time I’m in fest mode.
Some chauffeuring, some event work. I still want to try and fit in some sort of a thing that ensures my casked ale goes out to people, and I’ll need to go to Jersey, around a building (if flexible) performance schedule for Lark.
It’s only half eight and I’m gonna just sluice myself and get into clean sheets. No work today so no spend. I’ll be happy just being asleep.
AlBarclay 