It's raining

[smokingboot]

I like rain.

The bluebells are pretty much gone, along with the apple blossom, which has been replaced by scrubby little nuggets on the branches. Under the tree grows a wild briar rose which I nearly mistook for bramble; it's a white eglantine with a beautiful scent. Everything else is green, weedy and wet.

Are we still going to get bees? I don't know. I have to pull myself together and work on my next major project, but the truth is, time is an issue. I'm exhausted. Evening show tonight, helping a friend get home from hospital tomorrow, breakfast show the next day...

I need a chunk of time off to get this thing completed - hah! What am I saying? To get it started. A month say, like I did for the Spider's Bride. But I can't do it, cos I'm a freelancer. Without work I get neither pay nor benefit entitlement. No resentment here for paying off Mistah MP's second mortgage, or Miss Avvababy's fag allowance, god no! What do I work for if not to carry these people? It's a privelege, innit? I've got two pairs of glasses, both broken. I can't afford to replace them. Come on you system workers, have a flat, I'm paying. Don't worry, it's in the rules...

OK, that's unfair - I read it back and realise how drained and knackered I am. I've been a bit rubbish with my money, bit OTT. Can't regret it though. Now I am desperate to see this http://www.theatretickets.co.uk/7577/La-Bayadere-Irina-Kolesnikova.html but I'm being silly. My project must get done and I must at least attempt to organise my time without turning into a podperson.

Still raining. Still pretty.

I could get to like Sundays.