meetings and vomit

The baby/theatre career juggling is going well. He still seems content to sleep or feed through meetings – and I’m increasingly brazen with my breast baring. Although often the moment a meeting is over he decides that’s the best time to vomit – sometimes projectile vomit – all over us both. Arguably he’s right, that is the best time – don’t know how much Nick Hytner would love having a face full of vomit. Though to be honest I’m not sure he’d be wild about me baring my breasts in front of him either…

It is strange how I spent the first half of this year not doing a huge amount of work (other than growing a baby, which could perhaps reasonably be said to be a huge amount of work, actually) and now, with a tiny person to look after (which is definitely a huge amount of work) I have four Metta productions happening or in development (Monkey & Crocodile, Arab Nights, Surface and a top-secret but soon-to-be-announced project involving a cupboard), two Edinburgh shows for the magicians and an out-door As You Like It up in Derbyshire for Jagged Fence and the Wirksworth Festival. All in the next six months.

Perhaps I am insane. Watch this space…

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