Shakespeare; surely one, if not the most famous of English writers, was born on 23 April 1564 which would make him 454 years old. It was a pity we didn’t have something planned for this most auspicious day, a few Shakespearean sonnets or a fire breathing dragon clinging onto the roof.
Mine was a bit of a ‘Yorkie’ week – plenty to get my teeth into and very chunky and it started with high hopes of being able to shed my winter garb when the Met Office forecast a heatwave.
Whenever I learnt something new my mother would say encouragingly “another string to your bow” and this week when I passed one of our wonderful volunteers as I headed back to the car one evening she not only said another string to you bow but added “it’ll look good on your CV”. My paranoia straight away wondered if she knew something I didn’t. But she was in a hurry to get to the theatre to watch the live screening of Macbeth with Christopher Eccleston
What a difference a week makes; OK, it wasn’t ’24 little hours’ but we have moved from temperatures as low as -6 to an explosion of fresh green shoots appearing along with double digits. We also had a fire drill this week. There was plenty of interest in the process, especially when I momentarily forgot how to silence the alarm.
Emma and the Beast; sounds like some sort of seedy Channel 4 horror show but whilst it wasn’t seedy it definitely was horrific as two weather fronts collided to create havoc and disaster and as a general rule I treat myself to an Aroma Cafe decaf cappuccino once a week on a Friday.
‘Life is like a box of chocolates’ or so Forrest Gump used to say and I rather like that philosophy because there are some weeks when all I seem to get are the Turkish delights and coffee creams but at other times I pick the delicious chocolate ganache or sweet praline. This past week was a ganache and praline week with so many pleasant and enjoyable things going on.
Space, especially storage space, is a premium in the theatre and being the sort of person who is reluctant to throw anything away, it is not unusual for me to find room for something, safe in the knowledge that whatever it is, when it’s needed again I will be pleased I found somewhere to keep it. However, when it comes to space for things like lost property, we have a drawer for that and also a window sill.
The last Supermoon for a while, Storm Caroline and just who is it that’s putting rubbish in our bin?
The last week of November and I finally succumbed to my sons’ insistence that Christmas was indeed very near. Their excitement generally starts from around October with a few short references to the festive season but by Guy Fawkes they move up a gear. I’m no Grinch but I do ignore their mutterings until 1 December when I open the first door on my Advent Calendar which usually brings just a small sigh of disappointment
The winter swimmer, the crest of the wave and flying money