Still the days are getting longer but we are almost at the peak, the high point of the year. My mood is zigzagging all over the place and I’m fine with that as its a damn sight better than being numb. I’m supposed to be securing my lines tonight for Caius Lucius tomorrow, I’ve never played him before and it all feels a bit wobbly. But I needed to earn a crust so I went and watched a load of people take an exam. Then it was off to Hampstead.
Part of the joy of the Halloween walk is in the planning. We always do it over summer and it is usually an excuse for a pint and a good walk. Right now I still find pubs hard because the habit isn’t gone. I know it is possible to have one pint and then drink nothing for weeks. But I’m not there yet by any means at easy not boozing. I have to be an extremist until it stops being difficult. And that will be a while.
The walk is still possible though. So I went on the walk with Siwan and John and now Joanna. I’ve brought in a friend. She was on As You Like It, she knows the sort of actory walkabout type thing that we are all doing at Halloween… She’s extremely organised but she’s also very brave in her work – a rare combination. I hope she proves a good fit for the company and that she can do it. I have already lined up my replacement, anticipating that something will start to ping in the old acty-stratosphere. But hopefully he won’t be needed too much. We shall see.
My head is tired and woolly. I got all the way through to now, half eleven at night, without eating a thing apart from some crisps in the pub to soak up my non alcoholic beer. I totally forgot. It happens. Dinner is in the oven finally – a jacket potato and a barnsley chop. I shouldn’t go straight to sleep after that so I’ll do y Cymbeline lines into you wee hours.
And my phone just rang. Looks like I’m gonna go get a bar from Haggerston tomorrow morning and sling it into Bergie. Och. So much for staying up late.
