Home home home home home. Just for a moment. Bath and cats, sheets and beds. It’s half ten. I’m cooking sausages and beans cos the sausages are “use by 26th June” so need cooking now or they’ll go to waste. Misty and Boo are being absurdly cute. They’ve been on their own so they met me on the stairs. Stroking and play. I’ve replaced their water and topped up their food, causing much excitement.
I’ve got a few loads of laundry to get through before bed but I’ll have the place to myself tonight so I get to spread out as well which is glorious. I’ve done a basic level of tidiness which is a plateau not to drop below and my intention is to keep gradually pulling the level up and getting more and more stuff out of the house while I do it. Starting with the stuff at the top of the stairs.
Yeah it’s still hot here. Brian’s mum stayed while I was away though so I’ve got fresh sheets. Also we’ve established a cat gauze system which means the windows can be opened without fear of boo accidentally divebombing while hunting pigeons. So there’s a breeze.
I’m very excited about your prospect of going to sleep in a bed that doesn’t deflate.
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We packed up our tents in the morning and then fight call and into costume. 3.15 show, last thing at the festival. Having done it once now cuescripted the game changes slightly as we can remember some bits. It becomes about making sure you don’t do the same thing again just because you did it last time, while also making sure you serve each other and what you can understand of the story. I did some funky stuff as Banquo’s ghost on Wednesday that just didn’t seem appropriate this time round. It was an odd little run and perhaps a bit more stuttered than I expected, but Wednesday we were surviving, it was so fucking hot I was on the edge of shutdown throughout. No headspace for thinking or remembering choices, my brain was mostly cooling my body leaving a tiny portion for remembering lines and cues.
After the show we had a burger and some free cake from the closing coffee stand. Then we loaded the van and said goodbyes and that’s another lovely company broken forever. I wonder how many now, of these flashes of merriment.
I drove John home, then dropped the other two at Charing Cross.
I’m so happy to be home at last. I’m gonna half fill the bath with cold water and just lie in it. Then sleep sleep sleep.
