Mum was sitting in the kitchen in her dressing gown when I got home. I asked her if she was ill, and she said she was undressed because she'd been trying on outfits for Auntie Trisha's civil partnership. I was impressed she was so organised, as that was months away. Mum had missed a couple of empty wine bottles when she'd been doing the recycling, so I took them outside to add to the crate and heaved it down to the gate, ready for collection.
I checked through the post, as I always did, to see if there was anything from Dad. He said he'd write when he was settled somewhere, but I can't call him because he doesn't have a phone. There wasn't any post for me, so I made myself a quick marmalade sandwich for tea, as I had to get to a planning meeting for the SADS - Shodsworth Amateur Dramatic Society. Tonight we would be discussing our next production - Grease. I was very keen to secure the role of Danny Zuko, or at the very least, Kenickie. In last year's Oklahoma!, I'd just missed out on the part of Curly McLain, as at the time of the audition, I had a horrid cold sore that kept splitting. I'd had to perform the song "Oklahoma" without moving my lips too much. I overheard the director say that I'd be perfect for the role if Curly had just suffered a stroke. I am currently cold sore free and my adenoids have all but cleared up. Surely it's my turn for a major part? Fingers crossed. When I left for the meeting, Mum was still sat at the kitchen table, staring into space. It must be so difficult being a woman; fancy having to agonise over outfits like that.
I checked through the post, as I always did, to see if there was anything from Dad. He said he'd write when he was settled somewhere, but I can't call him because he doesn't have a phone. There wasn't any post for me, so I made myself a quick marmalade sandwich for tea, as I had to get to a planning meeting for the SADS - Shodsworth Amateur Dramatic Society. Tonight we would be discussing our next production - Grease. I was very keen to secure the role of Danny Zuko, or at the very least, Kenickie. In last year's Oklahoma!, I'd just missed out on the part of Curly McLain, as at the time of the audition, I had a horrid cold sore that kept splitting. I'd had to perform the song "Oklahoma" without moving my lips too much. I overheard the director say that I'd be perfect for the role if Curly had just suffered a stroke. I am currently cold sore free and my adenoids have all but cleared up. Surely it's my turn for a major part? Fingers crossed. When I left for the meeting, Mum was still sat at the kitchen table, staring into space. It must be so difficult being a woman; fancy having to agonise over outfits like that.
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