Where Have I Been?

I haven't posted on here for weeks. I'm asking myself why and I have no idea. Do you ever have those days that whizz by in a blur and yet, when you try to think what you've actually done, the answer is Not Much? I seem to be having a lot of those days at the moment.

(I know that I must have done an awful lot of washing because the ironing basket is overflowing. But washing doesn't take that long. I'm putting it in the machine, not travelling down to the Blackwater and beating my Primark on the riverside rocks.)

Oh! I did join the drama group after all.

This is how my life works. After much patheticness and angsty soul-searching, I make a decision to not join the drama group. Then, a couple of weeks ago, the doorbell rang (at 8.15 at night! EssexHusband and I immediately went into a game of Doorbell Chicken; lots of "Who can that be?" but not moving from the sofa. Who would crack and actually answer the door?* It's a good game, works for the phone too.) and it was YoungColleague and ColleagueA (that's a rubbish pseudonym, but I'm tired), who are both in said drama group.

"We're desperate!" they chorused. "Could you come along and read, just for tonight?"

"OK!" I chirruped, at this stage having no idea of what lay ahead.

I was then taken in the rain to the village hall and introduced to the rest of the group who looked utterly bemused at my bedraggled arrival.

"Have you ever done any acting before?" Asked the Director.

"Not since I was 18," I replied, confident that this wouldn't matter because (as you will see if you re-read above), I was under the impression that I was there only to stand in and read for that one night. (Excuse the bolding, but that point is important.)

So, at the end of the reading, when the Director told me that rehearsals are twice a week and the play is being performed in April, I of course said, "Great! Count me in!" I may have even flourished my jazz hands.

When I got home and told EssexHusband that I had accidentally agreed to take on one of the main roles, he gave me a hug infused with sympathy.

"Of course you have, TypicalEssexGirl. I wouldn't have expected anything else."



* EssexHusband cracked first and answered the door. I am the undisputed queen of Doorbell Chicken.