Honestly, what must I have been thinking when I packed the following?:
- 2 x pairs of canvas pumps- one sky blue and white, the other purple floral.
- 2 x ballet style pumps- one navy blue, the other black and cream. (Not much foot covering on these shoes- even less than the canvas ones).
- 2 x high-heeled shoes- one red (open toed) and the other, black (classic). Note: these shoes are not conducive with the cobbled streets of Edinburgh.
- 1 x
flip-flop- scratch that, I was wise enough to unpack those at the last moment.
Did I manage to bring over 22 pairs of knickers? Yes.
Did I manage to bring an ample array of t-shirts and then proceed to live out of just three on an alternate basis? Yes.
Did I bring my pink slippers with the pretend (pretty) hippo faces on, to make me feel more at home? Why yes, of course.
Did I overlook the most fundamental of all items: the waterproof garments and shoes? Yes.
How did I end up in this situation? I have absolutely no idea what-so-ever. (Much to my dismay, I am beginning to realise that- perhaps, after all these years of dismissing my mother as a holiday-suitcase-packing-warden-enforcer, perhaps there is some methodology in her methods. Perhaps I need to admit defeat, hold my hands up and say that last minute packing does not work after all: I have been fooling myself for years).
Anyway, I'm going to leave you with a few parting thoughts:
- never- and I repeat, never go to a supermarket late at night with the intention of just buying a couple of pints of milk and some wellies. Two hours later and £64.52pence lighter, I had purchased the supermarket's most expensive wellington boots and milk on offer.
- greet an audience as though they are old friends to make them feel at ease.
- and lastly, remember to always smile- especially if you are smiling on the poster advertising your play, as you don't want to be accused of false advertising.
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