I went to Brighton as usual on Thursday night and joined with J`s impro group Six of us played acting games for a couple of hours in J`s front room, and laughed ourselves silly.I read in the Guardian on Saturday that playing games with other grown ups is `creative, life affirming and life enhancing, about daring to let go, to be a bit dangerous and a bit real` The others are much better at it than I am but I`m learning.
I went to a reading with music, Michael Morpurgo, this evening, part of Childrens Book Week and he read from his latest book, Private Peaceful. Three brilliant folk singers, all fairly elderly men, sang bits in between. It is a heartrending tale of a chap being shot for cowardice in the 14-18 war. The hall was full of children, all absolutely silent and spell bound.
I was going to go to London for the day to see old friends K and U but I was phoned at 8am to say that snow was falling thick and fast and was settling so it would be unwise to venture forth on the motorway. In fact it turned out to be a lovely sunny afternoon so I could have gone, but instead i had a good day lolling about reading the papers. I also made the Christmas cake, as today is `stir up Sunday` and that is when my mum always made the it.