The end is Nigh...

Of term one that is.

Recently my bed and I have developed a special relationship. But I fear it's a destructive one and one of us is going to get hurt. I think about my bed all day. It's painful to leave it and many a Saturday morning has been wasted in it. Including this morning. I'm not sure what to do or how either us will cope with the separation over the Christmas holiday. I hope it doesn't find someone else...

This blog has been devoid of It's purpose of late. The lack of clowning is conspicuous by it's absence. I can only explain this by saying I am so overwhelmed by everything I am learning that I can't remove myself enough to discuss it. So anyone stumbling across this blog who wants to actually know about the Lecoq school experience, all I can say is I should be back in January with insights because right now I cannot begin to process it all.

What I shall say is I just spent a week playing champagne, plastic, melting butter, paper, a sausage in a pan, sugar, acid, metal being attacked by acid, a t-shirt being washed by water and water as a make up artist. My make up artist water was incidently not a success but apparently I make a rather convincing crinkled plastic.

Next week the teachers tell us how rubbish we are. Stand by for tears...