By dunkyc

A tale of two halls

Day two of breakfast in bed. I could get used to this.

Yesterday was a semi-healthy banana & honey toasted bagel. Today’s was a slightly less healthy bacon sandwich, but was welcome and enjoyed nonetheless.

This preceded a stroll in fine company which took us up something touted as a “big hill” (it wasn’t) at the summit of which we were able to look down upon Leighton Hall over Leighton Moss (a big favourite of my children) and across the Arnside/Silverdale bay.

A strange day, as despite the wind whipping around us, it wasn’t cold, so enjoying the fresh air, we headed on through Gruffalo woods and bridleways talking about everything and nothing.

As is the way with all good walks, it was decided that tea and cake was needed and with it getting on towards lunchtime, we might as well have something more substantial. I’ve not had a proper fry up in a while, so I demolished the fried plate of stuff deposited in front of me and grudgingly shared the Jammie Dodger Rocky Road for afters. Yes, it was every bit as good as it sounds and the person who conceived of such a thing should be given some kind of honour as knighthoods have been dished out for less.

Following some chill time, I headed over to my second hall of the day to check in at the last pantomime rehearsal before restrictions kick-in, which was the scene of more tea and cake. The re-writes seemed to be playing through nicely and whilst I was thrilled to see that I had been issued an “additional dialogue by…” credit from the director, I was disappointed that I won’t see a percentage of the box office or merchandising. Thems the breaks in the cut and thrust of the amateur theatrical world, I guess! 

I really hope that an audience does get to see this, as it truly is a cracking cast that has been assembled and we’ve been able to attract a few new members too, which is always great to see. Very much looking forward to being on the other side of the stage and working with all involved to squeeze every available laugh from each and every moment.

I think we’re off to a good start with our Cinderella improvising in the absence of a broom (see extra).

I don’t know whether it’s because I’ve been feeling so good this weekend or guilt through excessive cake consumption, but I got home from rehearsal, donned the running gear and set off once more with Hamilton in my ears.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I sang out loud through snatched breaths to “What’d I Miss”. Apologies to those who had the misfortune to hear that.

Even squeezed in some piano time and following some expert tuition from my brilliant teacher earlier in the week (flying in the face of a truly horrendous dog fart), I may have cracked my first chords.

Wait for it…

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