Happy Blue Monday

That is kind of contradictory to some people, particularly people like Lightnin' Hopkins [i.e., happy + blue], but there is really no need to sit around and moan.

Ever.

...Well, maybe for 6.7 minutes or so, but after that, one is really doing nothing but stealing extra oxygen than their allocated share; stealing people's peace and quiet; and stealing others' right to be happy about little things like: ginger nut cookies or warm lamb stew or finishing the flap on fingerless mittens. [admittedly, it is only one flap on one mitten and the other mitten still languishes for a flap of its very own, but we can be happy!]

However, there is one reason to pull a briefly long face, and that is because panto season is over for another 11 months.

The last performance of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (why do I think it should be 'dwarves'?) was last evening, and the panto nutcases went along! We had hoped for some extra final show silliness (and there may have been, with the fire extinguisher aimed at one actors bum for an extra-long period of time), but there was nothing obviously OTT. Sigh. Nilu was extremely disappointed by the fact that only 5 packets of candy were thrown at the audience -- very weak... But it was a great show! And we always have fun, and I do miss working backstage :) Because I am mad, no doubt.

The panto was a consoling end to last week, since we moved offices (slightly chaotically) last week. The amusing (or not so much) part is that 4 of us moved last week and -- for additional fun and entertainment -- are moving AGAIN this week! Ha.

Saturday, I could only manage about 2 hours at St. Clement's again -- because it is COOOOOLD in a medieval church in the middle of winter. (shock and awe) I Swiffered the tile floor where we have a cunning plan to have a table and chairs area (with tea, coffee and biscuits of course) and that warmed me for a while, but the toes do go numb so very quickly. Must. Find. Kettle.

There is construction work being undertaken on the Cathedral ceiling, and so service was said in the Presbytery. This had two results: the singing is much richer being in a smaller space (than all the feeble Old Dear voices in the massive Nave as normal); and there was also a nutter in a big plaid blazer behind us in the small space who muttered to himself (or perhaps to his invisible friend) through the whole service -- he even pronounced the sermon, which included an informative and interesting section on figs as complete... erm, refuse. ha!

Since it is now late, and time for good creatures to go to bed, I had best get to my evening stretches, includine toes -- demonstrated here by a certain Bete Noir (who happens to be absent this evening due to the disruption in the din-dins schedule caused by a free viewing of Frost-Nixon...). Backdoor meowing will most probably be quite vehemently chiding tomorrow morning.