and SHE WAS LYING IN THE GRASS
Up early, the penicillin finally bringing some relief to this gum infection that has literarily had me sweating with pain for the last two days.

I’ve been in the north all week. I’m missing Sherry, Xanthe, Phillipa and Allan, after 3 weeks of such intense work. Still it is our show next week and we have some very heavy rehearsals ahead. I need to once over the poetry for the show, over the weekend. Also need to master off the soundscapes and do the pre/post mix for the audience arriving and leaving, going to mix some Indian stuff with, talking heads and stuff like that.

Only 25 days until my prison contract is over, I’m panicking as I’m terrified I won’t be able to get freelance work, so I am working very hard to get me resources together. I’m going to go through all my press-cuttings today if I get the chance as my mother and sister Kath are visiting this morning, which means I’ll spend the next few hours tidying and putting away ‘unsuitable’ things, better not to give my mum fuel to comment on.

I’ve been thinking about writing some children’s poetry, I have been learning some seal songs, in our rehearsals of ‘and SHE WAS’ and while they’re not in the show. I’d love to use them some how. I need a set of poems to perform for primary kids too, I can workshop with that age but most of my material is quiet unsuitable.

4.35 pm
My mum has been and gone. Wound me up something shocking. I don’t think she has ever listened to one word from me in my entire life. Johnny from next door managed to sort me out. Got the food on, Kay is coming round this evening to teach me how to journey. I’m making paprikash, and puy lentils in lemon and garlic. Dug out a load of funding info, and I’m starting to think about what clippings to use. Mmmm, an artist’s life. Still though got a lovely card from someone who was at one of my readings recently. I like thank-you cards, typical Leo, love me, adore me!!