Early bed.
Last night Boo discovered so many different forms of disruption. By the time the night was done, I was thoroughly discombobulated.
Tonight Brian and I watched the first 2 Taken films. In Paris over summer with my decent french and my decades on events I did find myself saying “I have a very particular set of skills”. People quoted it to me. I found myself associated. Watching it, I can kinda see why. Bulldog etc. I haven’t shot anyone yet though.
Right now that set of skills seems to involve helping my beloved from the horror of walking from Sloane Square to my flat, even if in the morning she wants to walk round the block.
I’m sleepy.
Anyway, Brian and I had a lovely day today. A chilled day. We ate sourdough and watched movies and Siwan came over. For a long time Shoe and I sorted out the wonderful costumes that might have gone haphazard into my attic. I’ve got some really clear offerings now, and they are all well labelled and ready to go. A very good use of a day.
I’m knackered now, and Lou will be home soon. She’ll be tracking to bed and I’m already most of the way there.
It’s a new thing, sharing space like this.
She’s working on a show where the principles keep ducking their responsibilities. It’s in a major venue and they aren’t household names. It’s fear and laziness. Really hard to countenance so early in the run. Lazy arses. Just get up and work surely? I can’t be compassionate right now as it just smacks of entitlement. Show up, do the job, remember there are hundreds of people who wish they were doing the job instead of you, grow. That’s the pattern surely?
I’m tired and full of noise. Maybe I think I’m Liam Neeson in Taken. I need to get trim as it’s a part I totally get. Not one I have provision for in the attic. “Ringmaster” “Austere” “Footman”. I tried to categorise before putting bags up in the attic. I think I’ve got a handle on it now. There are some shapes I can throw. And I can make things happen for others too. Slowly. Over time.
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