I remember every year around this time I would ask my mother when ‘Easter Day’ was and when would I get my Easter eggs; it always confused me how you could possibly have 4 days of Easter.
Suddenly the first quarter of 2019 has gone. Not just that, but it was a treble whammy on Sunday and Monday what with Mothering Sunday, the clocks going forward and 1 April. But at least I didn’t get caught out with any April fools jokes, but I did suffer from BST jet lag for most of the week.
Spring is officially here – the clocks have gone forward an hour which means lighter evenings. Great for gardeners and people who pop down to the sea after work for an evening swim
It was the Spring equinox which means the days are longer than the nights, it was also our latest programme launch party so we set things up with brie and cranberry on crackers and crisps…the Marine version of a cheese & wine evening.
It’s been late nights and early mornings for me along with a full-on day in between. The trouble with those kind of weeks is that time literally flies by
There really is never a dull day in Lyme Regis and the Marine Theatre office has the best view anyone could wish for.
Can you remember the world without the internet? It never ceases to shock me just how much we rely on it, both for work and socially. For instance this week I heard from someone out of the blue whom I worked with over 20 years ago and she summarised her life in 4 very short paragraphs
It was half term last week. There are two camps in Lyme, one of them says “half term is great, the roads are so quiet without all the school run lot” and the other “there’s no parking, hundreds of dogs and children wandering about and I had to queue in Costa, what a nightmare”
It’s been a week of all things love…along with more meetings and nights out, oh and not forgetting the drugs bust with the armed police.
Meetings galore this past week. There was a suggestion a while back that we should have one day a week when there are no meetings, we put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door and rope in one of the volunteers to be our gate-keeper to steer the random visitors elsewhere.