I always wanted to be a teacher, right up to the point I left my all girls school and went to 6th form college and discovered there was a whole lot more out there than simply following in my mother’s footsteps. I now work in the wonderful world of theatre which more than satisfies my creative urges, but there is a little bit of teacher left inside.
Theatre. It takes you away from your world into a whole new place where the every-day you is put to one side to allow the other ‘you’ some freedom of expression.
Thank goodness the whole GDPR thing is over…or is it? I’m convinced the whole thing was a smoke screen to entrap more people and gather even more information by stealth
The TIC Prosecco parties are legendary and before long there was a group of 7 including ex-staff from seasons past. You can take the girl out of the TIC but you can’t take the TIC out of the girl!
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.