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I realised with a bit of a start after tonight’s show that the tour is almost over. Sure I have those extra gigs at
the Leicester Square Theatre in June, but I am only eight days away from the end of being on the road. It’s crept up on me, or rather April passed by in such a blur that I didn’t have time to realise that I’d done so many gigs. And after 19 not sold out gigs in a row, I have three sold out gigs this weekend. The first in a cinema in Dorking, not a place where I’d expect to sell 150 tickets.
There were two more elderly couples in the second row and I wondered if they had wandered in by mistake, thinking they were going to see a film. One of the older ladies laughed a bit and whispered to her friend after some more risque jokes. Were they offended or enjoying it? She had a little nap in the middle of the first half, but I’ve been there (though not with my own show yet). Would they be back for the second half?
THEY WERE! Hooray. Don’t judge our pensioners.
Or maybe they thought I was the warm up for the film.
It had been another non-stop day, dashing out after breakfast to put money in the metre for the car. Furiously discovering that even though parking didn’t start til 9am, the hour’s fee that I had inserted started immediately, meaning my ticket only lasted til 9.36am. Could I get everything done in time? As it turned out I think I put the ticket upside down on my dashboard anyway and no one came to check it so I could have saved £2.40 anyway.
How can a car park do that to me though? I was ready to take this to the highest court in the land if I was prosecuted. I had paid for an hour and paid parking started at 9 and you couldn’t buy tickets in anything but hour long increments. Norwich county council didn’t have a leg to stand on. I was going to take them down.
But I got my SCOPE money paid in and my family all packed up and in the car by 9.38am. And no one came in those two legal but technically illegal minutes.
We drove to the new house to go over what is required with the electrician. One of the many things that needs to be done before we can move in is a complete rewiring of the property. At least we get to decide where we want our plugs and switches. So that’s a kind of victory. The move does not seem real yet, and is not possible until all this stuff has been taken care of. But it was a sunny day and Phoebe was again excited to run around in an empty house. I don’t know if she knows that this is where she is going to be living soon and where her first memories will be forged. But I think she likes the place.
But there wasn’t time to sit down (or indeed any chairs to sit on). I had to get the family home and then drive through rush hour to Dorking. No wonder time is flying by and I don’t remember anything that’s happened.
