Over too quickly. A snatch of a day with Lou and now I’m back in London. We had a rehearsal this afternoon and I’m amazed I had headspace for it but these Halloween stories don’t tell themselves, eh? There’s still a few tickets left. I’m hoping it sells out.
Much as I would have loved to have stayed in Brighton, the heath is a special place. We met at half four and it was pouring with rain. We walked out at ten to five and the rain stopped completely. For the last few hours of the day, sun broke through the clouds and made a mockery of my multiple layers. I think I’ve done three years of this haunted walk now and it has only really badly rained once, and that was the last night of the last time round. October was when I did Camino… It can be dry. I’m hoping for another dry one. We shall see.
I’m home now, running a bath, and I’m gonna try and get my head down early. Brian and Maddy roasted ham which was a happy surprise, and doubly so as rehearsal went well and I got home in time to eat it at a reasonable hour.
Misty is trying to burrow into me as I write. Tomorrow is a big old day of the unknown, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything in place to do things well. It will slightly depend on how badly things were put in there. We might get things done tidily by the end of Tuesday. I think we will so long as things don’t go tits up with the forklift.
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