Oh what a misty morning. Driving up to Woolwich Arsenal in deep deep fog, leaving at around 4am. To save £8 in airport charges we thought to drop at Woolwich Arsenal but by the time I got close to it I was exhausted and the station knows people will be doing that so have made themselves a trap for cars. I really hope I don’t get loads of letters. It was so foggy I have no idea how I was supposed to see the signs. I was just following the vehicle in front of me, and coping with brainflood too early in the morning.
Still, Lou got to the airport on time for a flight delayed by the fog but not cancelled.
I then drove across town and gave myself permission to power nap for rush hour. Headed back out at ten and grabbed my costume for tomorrow out of the lockup. Then back here for peace and quiet and Tessy. I lit the stove, got it going nicely, and went for a zoom rehearsal in the kitchen. Then back into the room with the stove an hour later and noticed a crack in the ceiling that I’ve never seen before. I’m going to bed paranoid that somehow the stove caused heat damage to the ceiling or somesuch but honestly it looks more like old water damage and it is dry as a bone so I’m likely just worrying unnecessarily. It’s easy to do when you’re looking after someone else’s place. I put my hand around it and there was no heat even while the stove was still burning. Anxiety I reckon.
I’m in line learning madness now. Nothing but that for the next few days. “How do you learn all those lines?” they keep on asking. It’s my job. Best do it, eh?
