How was your day? (Random off topic chat)

It was rubbish. I have a stinking cold. Work was stupidly busy and despite the 5 of us working our absolute arses off, we still finished the day 60 cases more in our group inbox than the start. A racing pigeon (who we named Ringo) that took up residence at ours in September and has eaten in the garden and slept on our roof here every single day/night since, has mysteriously decided to sleep elsewhere and only sometimes eat the gourmet platters we put out for him every day. Coh and I came home to an empty house after said crappy day at work.

However, on a much more positive note (so you don't think I'm feeling at all sorry for myself 😉) this week we're seeing Sue Perkins, Hacksaw Ridge at the flicks and then off to Crufts on Saturday to cuddle lots of dogs and watch my friend show her dogs in the ring.

So it's not all bad!

I have a stocktake at work tonight God knows what will happen.

We're theatre kids, we'll never fit in anywhere. But I do hope you'll stick around anyway.

I'm off to see Fences this evening. In hindsight, when my co-workers asked about my evening plans, maybe I should have stopped *before* gushing about Ma Rainey's Black Bottom and how I need to get more August Wilson into my life.

I saw something earlier suggesting it was cereal day so cereal was a good choice.

Ultimately the good outweighs the bad I guess and my attempts to discuss theatre on other forums I use related to football, professional firing systems and roller coasters don't seem to bring about decent discussion so I guess I'm stuck here keeping the different worlds apart.

I fear for myself at 42nd street on the 23rd if I were to tell your other half about the cheap tickets

Is there... an improper way to do this? I mean besides using the eraser end.

Colleagues can keep their hands out of my damn drawers. If they want to borrow my scissors, they can ASK.

(Also most of my useful stationery is generally strewn across my desk rather than neatly placed in a drawer...)

We've just had a bit of a shake-up at work. My new boss has sent out his proposed seating plan for our new desks, and he has decided to put me next to the one co-worker I simply cannot bear to sit next to. Here's hoping he will respond to a campaign of Asking Really Politely If We Could Just Not, because I can't guarantee I will remain a productive and civil member of the team if he's dead set on his initial plan.

I couldn't resist attending a musical concert with a bunch of top performers yesterday as it was basically on my doorstep (15 minutes walk). Looking back now I can't believe I paid the equivalent of £45 (in the cheap back rows, most rows were £56) for six people and a piano on a bare stage. And while Germany does have top-notch performers indeed, I ended up feeling frustrated by how few chances these people have to shine in great shows on big stages. Instead they trudge around the provinces or spend five years doing the sodding Dance of the Vampires. The concert also confirmed that German tastes never evolved beyond the blockbusters of the 90s, virtually every song in the concert was a samey balled ending on a big belt note. Meh. Brexit be damned, can I claim cultural asylum in the UK please?

Well, I hope my day will be really good, just about to meet up with some friends in that there Manchester "gay village" for afternoon tea. The only negative is that tea is not all that will be drunk I suspect.