From Page to Stage

I am an over-excited child.I stumbled into bed on Wednesday night 1.30am after celebrating The News, only to snore like a volcano (when on earth did that start happening?), toss and turn, and then wake up like a wide-eyed baby and go bouncing down the stairs BEFORE the alarm went off. Freddie made it to pre-school on time for the first time since... well, since pre-school started back in September.

And The News is? That my play 'Futility Room' has made it through to a rehearsed reading at Leicester's Curve Theatre (the main theatre here). 'Beside myself' does not do an ounce of justice to how I currently feel.

The actors are booked in (twenty of them!), the director having meetings with our playwriting tutor, Bev, tomorrow, the finalalised scripts due to Bev at 9pm tomorrow evening.

Today, pre-school is off all day because of the parish show, which means I have a bouncing four-year-old currently plonked in front of Bob the Builder: Can You Fix It? - the Cbeebies computer game. An extremely useful learning too, I find. Tomorrow we are going for a birthday lunch for a lovely friend down the road, then leaving His Princeliness at her house so we can pack our possessions into boxes, so that we can move house on Monday morning. We have clutter everywhere, half-filled containers littering every room, piles of recycling to take to Oadby recycling centre, and a layer of dust so thick that Freddie's been practising his writing skills in it. Of course, I should, technically speaking, be applying my mind to all of this, given that this House Move is something I can't ignore and that if I don't do something, come Monday morning we shall be homeless, and covered in dust.

But - the play!! The futility of my efforts to pack boxes. Especially with a four-year-old in the house. The futility looms in the utility room... ha, ha.

We get to cast the actors next week. SO exciting. On Wednesday night we meet them all and decide who will best suit each part. We have a great range of ages and sexes (like, male and female. Stupid sentence.). And almost all of the actors are professionals, which is fantastic. Can't quite believe it.

So here we are, Friday morning, script lying on the floor, child whooping every time he gets a plank successfully lowered into Bob's yard, someone coming later to relieve us of our giant, space-devouring double buggy (from when I looked after our nephew Rafe), and one very over-excited, jittery and utterly distracted little girl. Namely me.

Tune in next time.

Kirstyx