Sunday, 1 September 2019

Sunday 1st September 2019

A's birthday and I totally got it right. Breakfast in bed (I burnt the bacon, but when hidden in a croissant it's fine), even went to church with her and didn't understand anything that's going on but it felt like the right thing to do, before popping in briefly to see her parents and then a spot of lunch at Gog Magog farm, which is about 5 minutes down the road from us. When we actually get to see each other, we really do have a nice time.

I then needed to do a bit of school admin for a bit, so she read for a couple of hours, and then one of her presents I got her was a massage set, complete with book of instructions (my hands are massive, which helps, and it came with stones that you heat so boiled them...maybe putting on the dolphin/whale music on Spotify was a step too far, though), so I gave it all a go and we enjoyed ourselves for a couple of hours.

Very posh dinner in town (£92, who spends £92 on a couple of steaks?! This mug, glad to be back to teaching tomorrow) but she's happy so I've done well.

Agreed to the new school, meaning I don't have any free time ever from mid-September onwards, so I need to make next week count.

Confirmed the first tour date.

Alan M is getting stroppy about our radio podcast series and he has every reason to. Not only is it taking fucking ages to get going, but Alan H has cast it, whilst we really should have done auditions. I get that everyone he's cast, he likes, and he's amazing so we trust his judgement but still...maybe there's a process here we're missing.

I had a few beers and watched a Dad's Army documentary, which was excellent, and realised what they did was form a team, a team who drank together, and loved working with each other, it was a 'company'. That's what we need to do. It can't just be actors reading a script.

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