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Well, normally I try to blog to keep you all up-to-date, or at least point out something interesting or funny....or more often, talk about stuff that pisses me off, but today I'm just procrastinating.
Past week was show week, much stressfulness and, now that strike has occured, much wheezing and asthma. Good fun in the end, even if I did get taken aside for a quiet word to the effect of 'you smell, sort it out'. A most embarrassing moment; like crabs, something you never expect will happen to you, but it did. Mortified though I was, I must admit that when I came back the next day, my costume was more than a little ripe, must have been caught on a bad day or something....anyhew, much washing did follow and overkill of deodorant, which means that I now have a well-nasty rash all over my upper arms, a bit on my back, and down my sides and leg-tops. Nasty, and all because of the perfumes or the alumina in the deodorant (well nasty, aluminium is dead toxic, bloggardes!). For the sake of not offending noses and appearing to be a scumbucket, I must suffer it this time; and it's not like I dont wash at all. Please refrain from putting in comments to the effect that I do reek, I'm not sure my ego could take another such bashing at short notice!
Panto was the show, and I did have my reservations about it from the start.....did come off well (surprisingly, given the state of play at T -7 days), but I think everyone had a little mental block about how good it really was. Since audience only ever sees what you put in front of them, and not what could have been, you cant really judge, but I think there was a more worthy production in there. Though with all the setbacks, it's quite amazing how well it came off!
Anyhew, this leads to the procrastination; since I've not been indoors for most of last week, except to munch sandwiches, the place has turned into an absolute bombsite. I badly need to tidy, hoover, do all that kind of domestic rubbish that seems to come so easily to everyone I know (bar one special person, missus, you know who you are). However, it's not exactly an enthralling task, is it? So I'm blogging instead.
Not much else to report, however. So I guess I'll have to go and put on those rubber gloves after all, damnit!
Past week was show week, much stressfulness and, now that strike has occured, much wheezing and asthma. Good fun in the end, even if I did get taken aside for a quiet word to the effect of 'you smell, sort it out'. A most embarrassing moment; like crabs, something you never expect will happen to you, but it did. Mortified though I was, I must admit that when I came back the next day, my costume was more than a little ripe, must have been caught on a bad day or something....anyhew, much washing did follow and overkill of deodorant, which means that I now have a well-nasty rash all over my upper arms, a bit on my back, and down my sides and leg-tops. Nasty, and all because of the perfumes or the alumina in the deodorant (well nasty, aluminium is dead toxic, bloggardes!). For the sake of not offending noses and appearing to be a scumbucket, I must suffer it this time; and it's not like I dont wash at all. Please refrain from putting in comments to the effect that I do reek, I'm not sure my ego could take another such bashing at short notice!
Panto was the show, and I did have my reservations about it from the start.....did come off well (surprisingly, given the state of play at T -7 days), but I think everyone had a little mental block about how good it really was. Since audience only ever sees what you put in front of them, and not what could have been, you cant really judge, but I think there was a more worthy production in there. Though with all the setbacks, it's quite amazing how well it came off!
Anyhew, this leads to the procrastination; since I've not been indoors for most of last week, except to munch sandwiches, the place has turned into an absolute bombsite. I badly need to tidy, hoover, do all that kind of domestic rubbish that seems to come so easily to everyone I know (bar one special person, missus, you know who you are). However, it's not exactly an enthralling task, is it? So I'm blogging instead.
Not much else to report, however. So I guess I'll have to go and put on those rubber gloves after all, damnit!
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