Day 151 - Hyena Butter

I was so glad to work today. So very glad. I enjoyed it very much. It was fun, nice people, an engaged group, a good rehearsal. I liked the other actor, Martin. He was down to earth, entertaining and very good. Always a pleasure to work with people who are good at what they do. Can I say it again? Grateful. Not just in a 'need money' way. It was actively fun and lovely to have such a concrete thing to do. Playful too. I do like acting.

Not this one. A red one. 

I put henna in my hair. I didn't get the part in the film and I'd said to myself that it would be good either way. I had held off, just in case. If I'd got it, I'd have wanted to look the same as when I auditioned. With the no, it was time for an experiment. It's in. It's reddish (rather than the orangier copper colour I have had before). It's quite nice. One thing is for certain, with henna, and that's that the colour will find itself over the next few weeks. It'll settle into what it's going to be. 


I googled dog odour. I found this:

See also

• Hyena butter
• Wet dog bush

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Made my day. Hyena butter is so much worse than it sounds. Wet dog bush is simply star anise. 


I ate comfort food. Chicken fricasee (whether or not it's the real thing, I'm not sure, but it's a dish from my childhood - chicken in a white(ish) sauce with mushrooms, peas and onions). I ate it with brown rice. I felt homely and warmed. 


I watched TV. First time in this house. I watched half of One Born Every Minute while I ate my supper. I didn't cry at the births. Ha. That's out of character. I'm a sucker for Midsomer Murders. Not sure why. Maybe it's the fricasee effect: familiar, comforting - not gourmet, but steady. And I watched a tiny bit of Alien, where John Hurt gets suckered. This is why, most of the time, I pretend there is no TV in this house. I flick. I stagnate. Think of all the things I could have been doing, rather than watch Leeds people pop one out. Ah well. I'm doing this, and then the tantalising sleeping that I am aching to do. And then, another day.