aches 8 January 2009
Ooh, I can already feel the pain awaiting me on waking in the morning – or at the very least a lockdown of the limbs. Basically, lots of the action of the play I am rehearsing takes place on a bouncy castle (I may add this to the list with animals and children depending on how things turn out) but we don’t have it in the rehearsal room yet. So, we spent most of today bouncing on a wooden floor instead. (The staff in the office across the road are finding it hard to concentrate on their work while they try to figure out what in hell is going on – and where it is they know most of the cast from) I don’t think it’ll make much difference to my knees as I did a lot of Irish dancing in my yoof and haven’t an ounce of fluid left behind them patellas as a result, but the arms, legs, bum and back are all involved and they’re feelin’ like a gym workout has taken place. This is no bad thing as the extra Christmas pounds are hanging around like a pongy fart and this should help shift ‘em. Still, it’d be great if you could just THINK them off – did I read a foolish article somewhere once that this could be done? If it’s not so foolish an idea could someone explain the process to me and I need never move again. Of course, when I wake tomorrow I will feel like I’ll never be able to move and that antissssipppppaaaation (as the Rocky Horror Picture Show has taught us) is a killer…and so will the aches be…
The Christmas tree is still up – it’s lovely. Lots of the municipal Christmas lights in Dublin are still up too and looking very pretty so I don’t feel so silly having mine twinkling away. In Russia and Ukraine restaurants usually have long, festive strings of white lights outside to signal that they’re eating houses and they look fab. I may make a decision to leave the tree up all year just to cheer us along…mind you, the builders return on Monday for God only knows how long, and I don’t want the new and inevitable dust to diminish the loveliness so a-packing I may go.
