So how good is this? More than a little bit stressed about not being able to find my P111 that Hasbro resent especially after the first one got 'waylaid' by someone in my flats at Blakesley Avenue, along with my P45, I woke early and made some decisions.1: I'd look through all my files and drawers again. 2: I would not swim. 3: I would probably not go to the event I had planned in the morning - this had to come first. I looked through my expanding files and didn't find it. I looked in some other places too. The 'no swim' decision kicked in and I went downstairs. I made some breakfast and a hot pot of maté tea. I sat and drank it slowly.
I spoke to Ruth about it. She felt anxious on my behalf and for a moment, I regretted saying anything. But I knew it would be alright (even if I didn't) so I said not to worry and whatever happened, it would be alright. I finished my tea and went upstairs. While having a wee, an idea dropped into my head and I opened the cupboard in the bathroom.
Behind a big stash of notebooks, between papers and folders was the programme from the beautiful dance show Agnes & Walter that my friend Margaret was in at last year's Edinburgh Festival (and in other places). Inside it, an envelope, never opened, from Hasbro. My P111. I must have been upstairs for less than 5 minutes when I appeared back in the kitchen, form in hand, beaming, to show Ruth.
I felt blessed. Helped. Fully assisted. I had no memory of putting it there, and no idea when I reached out for it that I was reaching in the right place. I feel humbled and very grateful. I put on my clothes (and even a tiny bit of make-up) and left the house. I didn't swim, but I got to the event at 9am, just as the speaker was being introduced. So wonderful!
Remembering Agnes & Walter is making me cry a little bit. It was so very moving. It's 'a little love story' and it follows a couple through their meeting, courting, living and in one case, dying. It uses young dancers and their older counterparts, the same couple in time. Sometimes two of the same character dance with each other. There's something transcendental about that, that touches me deeply.
There's one scene, a gentle, lilting, devastating dance with a lone, older Agnes that has me this second in tears and had a whole audience sobbing show after show. It's a story full of joy and love and sadness, as well as the simple, bickery reality of the day-to-day of loving someone. Beautiful. Well done, Neil Paris (Smith?). Well done, you singers and dancers. What an achievement.
A man in the tube station showed concern for me as I hauled myself up the steps at Goodge Street. I'm not afraid of lifts, but I don't enjoy that cram of waiting for a big, slow lift at tube stations. So I did take the steps, and I was all boundy at first, still grinning from the fortuitiousness of my find. The bound left me about 3/4 of the way up. I was still good, though. The gentleman offered to carry my bag. I thanked him very nicely, but really, I was fine.
The talk was good; Rob was on form and full of interesting news; the sun was shining as I walked up to Euston to get a bus.
I was grateful for lovely people at The Hub - Dave (full of ideas - I can see why he and Rob get on so well) Anna, Kirstie, Emma, Multi-Alex, Hix, many more. There was talk of various phobias (necks, croissants, sticky labels, wrists, accidentally sleeping with friends) and stories of horror and grossness were tossed about.
And grateful for a good proportion of my Tax Return all done. I hope to finish it tomorrow. It is a bit complicated and I hope I've done it all ok, but it is nearly there. Just a bit of checking and adjusting to do and we should be fine, I think.
Here's to it, all done, in the respectable hours of the day. I still have to move and pack
and prepare for the event on Monday. That's a lot fo stuff to do. But weirder, more fortuitous things have happened, even just today. Here's to more!
Chicken liver surprise, thanks to lovely Ruth. And a very tasty orange. Pleasures that I can give thanks for. Blessings. Blessings.
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