oh what a day what a day, home alone. Ive done ALL my overdue invoices, thank you, Juliana Bicskei McNicol, with late payment notices: if they pay up, Id earnt more today than on an ordinary full working day.... (just from the late payment notices) getting the hang of it... and I turned.... Im back to the Old School, Mevlevi style, back to the old struggle, but did 8.5 minutes in one go, arms raised... (well, once you have that spirit in you, the pushy, aggressive, nay, rabid spirit, youll always have it) rehearsed stick as well, getting there, slowly with my non-conformist Shwaya shwaya... and I went for therapy... yes!, its all a go-go, all achanging... I wouldnt have spat on therapy if itd been on fire a few years ago... I can tell you: honesty, that I can talk about myself truly openly, tell it like it is, it does put me into a good mood....(someone I bumped into, Roseanne Hill who might come to our new studio to check our rehearsals out soon with a costume for Ann-Marie Campbell said that I was glowing afterwards...) Looking forward to a natter over soup after a stint at Plumstead police station, tomorrow lunch time with Pauline Blackwood... and give it up now for the tune that just wouldnt want to leave my head... https://youtube/watch?v=f2ZxUW4SFFE
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 21:04:47 +0000
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