Day 289: Joy, Repentance, Joy, Joy

The bug-eyed dog of repentance

I've done it again. Late Blog. I'm sorry. I'm so tired that my eyes are twitch-itching and red, my bum is asleep from sitting on the floor and my eyes are doing whatever they like. But today jusr rocked and yesterday was ace too, but I didn't blog.

I shall hardly peep today, either. Just to say, though 'Hoooray, Immo's back!'. We walked to the venue from the train station this morning and that was very pleasing. And then my group came. Courtney is a mentor I've worked with before and he's lovely. Helen is new and she's lovely. And my group? Lovelylovelylovelylovelylovely. I could go on. They're intelligent, forthcoming, playful, generous and they look out for each other. I'm in awe of them.  Fabulous trip to visit some elderly people and if that wasn't enough, I then got to go and play with a group of improvisers in LSE.

I had a fabulous, clappy, delightful time. They were great. They played loads. I played loads. I felt light and full of glee as we tried out some stuff that I love. Worth every second, even though I'm now spent. It's a happy, tired, positive kind of exhaustion. All good. 

AND I have a brilliant poetry book by Rachel Rooney, that she gave me, and it's brilliant. It's called The Language of Cat and it's won a prize and everything. She goood. 

AND I got a breakfast invitation from lovely Emily, for Friday morning. Silly early. What a great thing to do. I'll swim first. 
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Nuff saiid.