It was a slow, somewhat standard weekend start to the day today – the little one woke me up with some garbled nonsense and upon inspection asked if we could go downstairs. So we did, watched a little bit of The Secret Life of Pets and grabbed some breakfast.
When Becky emerged a little later, we discussed the need to get some food from the shops, both for us and for the dog. Somehow I got collared with the task of both going shopping and taking the Little Lion with me – which, although I know I made it clear that I wanted to spend more time with her this year – wasn’t really my intention. A child in the cold at the shops does not make things easier.
She was also asleep in the back within five minutes of leaving, so that added to the problem because she was obviously grumpy once I woke her for the shops.
After all the jobs were done I returned home, we had some lunch (and a cheeky hot chocolate) and it was time to go.
Tonight was the after-tour party at The Friars – quite literally some sort of monastery – down in Aylesford. I had enjoyed this night last year so wanted to get together with everyone again and see all the people I had met in rehearsal.
Sadly, a lot of people didn’t actually come – but I was pleased to see our core team as well as some of the lovely touring teams that I’d met back in November.
The night flew by though – it was gone 2am before I knew it and everyone was heading to bed. And there was a slight emptiness to it because I suppose I just wanted more to come of the night. I don’t know. I’m not entirely sure what I’m trying to say I guess. It was a good night, and everyone was lovely. But do you know what I mean when you’re just looking for something deeper? I suppose I’m being a bit odd there – I can’t really explain it. Maybe some sleep will help clarify things.