This evening I collected all my baskets together and got everything out so I could get all the bits and pieces out and tidy it all up. Sewing stuff and knitting stuff and crafty stuff and arty stuff plus a collection of other things that shouldn’t have been there at all. With everything strewn about all over the floor Katie decided it was a good time to drop a live mouse in it all. Not completely helpful.

I am at that stage where there are so many things to do I don’t know what to do first so I just end up frittering away precious time wandering around trying to decide what to do first. I even tried to make a list but I couldn’t think what to write first. And then I decide to do something totally random and turn out my baskets – and that wouldn’t have made it onto the list anyway.

This Saturday my sister and I did the Hanover Trail of Artists’ Open Houses in Brighton. Well we did a large proportion of it anyway. The fact that this area is basically a hill and we were yawning when we first set off is an indicator of how tiring it would have been to do them all. As it was I felt asleep on the train coming home. It’s so disorientating.

This was my favourite of the group….
http://www.wiredandfired.co.uk/index.aspx?wsid=45038&sectionid=740228

Another one had an amazing array of lovely cakes and we had to stop for refreshment of course – as you do. We chose Pear & Cardamom and Orange & Rosemary – delicious.

If I had been travelling to a station without barriers I could have travelled cheap today on a 10p permit to travel but as it was I was going to Brighton and couldn’t get away with not buying a legitimate ticket. But it is so galling when I have to chase the guard up the train to force him to sell me a ticket. That one sticks in my craw.

Last night at rehearsal I finally arrived at the conclusion that I really must play my character in the play as a man and it was suggested to me that with a really good cod-piece I would quickly feel like a bloke and then it would be easy. I don’t think so, I really don’t think that wearing a cod-piece is going to make me feel anymore like a man than painting a beard on my face would. However I will do my best to be as masculine as possible. The second role this year that requires a flat chest! Life holds so many distinctions.