So hungover. Had to be out of my hotel by 11am and that felt like a struggle. Said my goodbyes to Josie (it's flattering that she only came up for one night to catch up with her old buddy) (by old I mean we met last year) and sat in the hotel car park feeling sorry for myself, before getting a fry-up.
Met up with Chris and caught an amazing, amazing play, and then a terrible poetry one, and then a mediocre stand-up gig.
Sat in my car and did some writing.
Final Devon performance...3 people in, true fringe-fashion. But the loveliest three ever, honestly had a lovely show, it wasn't at all awkward and I gave them my EVERYTHING on stage, and it showed.
Offstage by 11pm, said my thank yous and goodbyes - it's such a lovely little festival. Simple five-hour drive home, fuelled by good tunes and good comedy. Not at all tired, because I'm enjoying the randomness of life.
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