Three years since Dad passed away. Three years ago was by far the most difficult day of my life - I almost feel guilty for things getting easier, year on year, but they do. It doesn't take the love away, it just means that I am learning to accept it.
Called Mum very early on to check in; she's keeping herself busy. Just like I do.
My Monday was mega busy...hosted an assembly at a school in which my star student got so nervous he barely played (we need to work on that as he's a talented kid), and then over for a Santa shift. A lady was rude to me in the car park, and then when she came in with her daughter I promised her kid a pony for Christmas. Naughty of me, but needed to be done. I wouldn't have done that last year, when I really needed this work, this year I'm just enjoying myself with it. The Grotto is in a bit of a crisis with staff dropping off everywhere but we're getting the job done.
Then off for a comedy roast gig. I hate this format - basically comedians being vile to each other in the hope of getting cheap laughs. In a Weatherspoons in Ipswich.
Luckily, I was against Joe, who is a good friend and one of the nicest people around. We agreed early on that we're above this, so almost ruined the format by saying nice-ish things about each other. True, I made a few remarks about the fact a lot of my primary school kids are taller than him (with deeper voices and that his balls haven't dropped yet as he's a squeaky 31-year-old) and he called me a 'parsnip who has failed university' which is a cracking line, but all in all we were kind. Which, as the headline 'roast' probably disappointed the audience/judges but we kept our dignity, at least.
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