Another Week Of Excitement? Don't Bank On It.

 Monday. 6.40 a.m. Here I am, early morning, in my sitting room (lounge to some. Makes me think of someone laying nonchalantly on a chaise lounge or sofa, literally lounging.) It's dark outside. I'm not good at this time of year. Lack of light or something.

10.10 a.m. There's an annoying sound outside in the street. It's a high-pitched drone. I think it's council workers cutting the hedges along Dexter Avenue. The hedges are definitely in need of a trim, but at the moment it's really getting on my nerves and not helping my concentration. It is a continuous drone sound, a single note that goes right through your head and, as a result, clears all the ideas you ever had out of your brain. Just horrible.

I have been transferring some more handwritten material onto word processing. It's a piece I started and had more or less forgotten. It relates to what I have already written, but you would call it 'meta.' That is,  set in a sort of parallel world of the central character of the longer piece (if that makes sense. Meta, referring to the fictional world.) Much like in Shakespeare, the 'play-within-a-play' in 'Hamlet' uses theatrical metaphors as a device. I'm not going to discuss it further on here as it is still in development and I don't want to give away any plot details.

Tuesday. 7.45 a.m. Did I say, a week of excitement? But this is Fogeyville (my name for Dexter House.) I don't think there's any likelihood of any sort of excitement, except for the regular Wednesday afternoon tea-and-biscuits session in the communal lounge. I did go the first week, and I attempted to start some sort of intelligent conversation, and I drew a complete blank. There's to be a Christmas party on Friday afternoon, but I will be elsewhere at that time.

It's another relatively mild morning, although I have found my gloves, and I'm wearing one of my long-sleeved Marks and Spencer Rugby shirts. Really warm. I wanted to iron it, using my steam iron, but it just won't work properly. It won't reach a high enough temperature and therefore produce steam to work efficiently, so it looks as if I'm going to have to replace it. Looking on the Argos website, I have discovered you can get a cordless steam iron, which would make things easier without the electric cable getting in the way. I did set up my ironing board in the kitchen, but there's so little space, it makes it very difficult. 

4.45 p.m. I've just got back from Camphill, after another good day in the theatre workshop. I'm so impressed by these people, most of whom have some form of learning disability. Some have real problems with communication, but they manage to get up on stage and perform, have to remember not just lines, but where to stand and then create a character. Just quite emotional. There's one lady who came in to see whether she would like to be part of the group, and, after only a couple of weeks, she's contributing, taking on a part and by now is really confident. The group works so well, and it's a real delight to be part of it all.