Day 265: See What Happens?

Triumph! It's not even LATE!


I smelt jasmine flowers this morning, or maybe it was jasmine this afternoon on the Parkland Walk and this morning's flowers were those sweet citrussy things that are prevalent at the moment. Just at the top, three open-faced clematis flowers, big and dusky pink. In Enfield, that was. Totally. 


A nice late start today. The kids were due to be late (though in the end they were about an hour earlier than last week). They were relatively fresh. Only one or two were so tired they were hard to handle and I experimented with not handling them at all and just ignoring that. It seemed to work and within half an hour everyone was doing something. They were the easiest, politest and most creative group I've worked with so far. Their showcase was less slick, more risky and generally more entertaining. They were very funny.


I made a mistake today, unintentionally, and ended up with one person not taking part in the performance. During the run-through, I approached him and one other person just as they were doing their first run-through, took hold of their shoulders gently and turned them to face the audience (rather than talking to each other with their backs to the crowd). I'd done this a couple of times before. This time, it really backfired. The person in question felt that this was a sign that they'd messed up and would continue to do so, and refused to have any further part in the presentation. The performance was less good for not having that person in it, but it was the right decision and they got to make it themselves. I learnt something, again. I won't do that again. I'm learning all the time. It's good. I hope. It's good. 

Both images from http://seewhathappensblog.com

Today was a momentous day, of sorts, which passed, on the momented front, without fanfare. A man went to court. He should have been put in that situation a number years ago. Now he has. I have no idea of the outcome, but it's good that it happened. Thank you. Thank you. 


I was busy at the time. I was encouraging teenagers to come up with random shit to do on stage, and goodness, they fulfilled THAT brief with aplomb. There were costumes, for the first time. We had a whole game show and a boy with a cardigan on and talc in his hair pretending to be an old lady. Only trouble was, we put so much talc in that he was steaming every time he took a step. We had raps. We had songs. We were doing a presentation for the business and enterprise stream. Get IN! That's what I want to see. Oh yeah! They had fun with it. It was great. 


At the end, they sang 'Hey Jude' to me, in a circle. It was such a sweet, lovely experience. They let me go wild to the Paul McCartney  rocking out bit and not a single one of them joined in that bit, rendering me, once again, a twat. It's okay, though. It did the trick. I am just so deeply grateful for this lot. They were a refreshing blast, the lot of them. Really. Goodwill abounded. Yes.


I'm grateful to be doing this with two hours to go until midnight. My intention is to be in my bed ready to sleep by 11. How likely? I dunno, but more likely than if i started writing this at 12.15, like I have the past few nights. I have the urge to write more creative stuff. Come on then, love. Just do it!