Day 689: To Dance

You can't beat an Argentinian! Fresh from adoring my time with beautiful Sandra Alonso in Madrid, I just got to have a go on Lorena Pollock in London. Okay, so with a name like that, she has a little British influence in the family, but she is proper Argentinian, that one, and an utter delight. 

Thank you too for a lovely, flowing job or two with excellent people. Always the way with actor jobs. They're funny creatures, and really good to work/play/be with. Thank you Ravin, Sean and Teresa for a most excellent jaunt and some really good work. I loved it, and to Molly and Anne Marie for another. It's a small world but one filled with eggs of the most entertaining nature. 

My cousin Ruth and I, in the last week or so, have mostly laughed, often about the stupidest of things, not funny things, and often in the gaps between less joyful news, but many times we have sat across from each other with tears in our eyes, sniggerweeping at each other's face. I cherish these moments of such ease and such delight. 

And finally, reluctantly, I go to dance. I know this reluctance will last only as long as I'm sitting in my head, and that when my body gets involved, all joy breaks loose. Thank goodness. This body needs it. It has been neglected. With love, muscles and hips at the ready... to dance!