The cats and I are all lying together on a warm bed. Outside the wind and the rain is absolutely howling. I’m not at The Globe this evening. There’s an event and there was a possibility of it but the client is unsure what they want and are evidently costcutting. Tink’ll be there in white tie on stilts. I get to try and stop for a night. I’ve been trying to do my tax. Can’t settle my brain. I’m also extremely tired and feeling slightly unsettled. I’m connected emotionally to Lou and she’s fraught at the moment.
Her show is opening as I write, the first official show, out in Riyadh. I’ve been there for five minutes once and the moon looked different somehow and then I flew out again to Tabuk which is basically an outpost. Lou has been swept up in it, going from hotel to compound and back on repeat, much like me on some of the Extreme-E events but with much more sewing. I’m really thinking about her loads at the moment just because no matter how knackered I’m feeling working multiple jobs, I’m still getting up after her and going to bed before her and she’s three hours ahead of us. She’s on fifteen hour days and running around for most of them like a crazy thing. She sent me a step count screenshot yesterday that was reminiscent of one of my longest days on Kumano Kodo. Those were long days but I was in woodlands and then got to stay in hostels with private onsens, and eat amazing tuna meals.
My weekend will be fun but not restful. Lots of flying, lots of visiting, fun and good friends. I’ll be seeing my accountant who is a friend and watching her in a show and I’m pretty damn sure we will end up doing tax things together as my return is underway for one of the better years I’ve had for earnings recently. I ran up lots of expenses but I have a horrible feeling I’ve spent the tax already… We shall see.
I’m happy I don’t have to be anywhere tonight. Listening to what’s going on in the weather, I’ve just booked airport parking instead of getting the train tomorrow morning. So much nicer to sling everything in Bergie. I used to fuck off randomly all the time to visit friends etc. Haven’t done it for a decade or so until Ellie and Scotland, and it seems doing that has reminded me that travel doesn’t always have to be for work. I won’t have long to make sense of being in two big European cities. But I’ll see two very dear friends. One of them will entertain me and then get frustrated with me and then hopefully have a nice walk. The other one will feed me dumplings and introduce me to his missus. He’s playing Hamlet at his national theatre, but in rep and not this weekend. I just wanted to draw the path because every time you draw a path somewhere it somehow gets easier to follow it again. And I’ve missed my mighty magyar mate.
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