Autumn has blown in, kids are back at school and my own schedule has gone into overdrive. A harvest of work opportunities (from workshops to drama productions) have cropped up in the past fortnight and I’m facing a season of travel for the same. I’m just back from five days in the motherland (Dublin and Kildare) and will soon be off to Coventry, Budapest, London, Ireland, Paris – and that’s only over the next eight weeks! It’s good to see things taking off and the interest (and funding) finally breaking through -and a clearer picture emerging of the road forward. It feels as though all the pieces of the jigsaw have fallen into place whilst I wasn’t looking – a case of life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans!
So as I’m gearing up to hit the road, I’m also doing my best to recover from a recent operation, which took more out of me than I thought it ought. Rather naively, I suspected a general anaesthetic would have no more impact on me than a local… but it sort of knocked me sideways and I ended up taking two days off work spaced out and lying in bed,. Thankfully, I had an angel of a Portuguese housemate to look after me, and a landlord who was on hand to cook and provide hot water bottles and tea and sympathy and the like. Times like that you realise who your friends are, and I’ve got some good ones. Thanks to the many here who dropped in to wish me well – you don’t know how much your messages meant – and it is reassuring to think that people read these posts. I rather write them thinking that I’m talking to myself – so it is good to know some people take the time.
Finally, apologies to the good people of Coventry for the clichéd title to this piece… I’m sure you get so sick of it. I can’t wait to get to know your town, and come up with something more fitting.