It has been a packed and at times surreal week.
It started on Sunday as I whooped and hollered as people won BAFTAs, whilst us the invisible audience looked on. I will admit I had dressed up for it a bit as I thought virtual audiences were visible, but it turned out on this occasion that we weren't. Given that the BBC also used a clapping track, and cut out most of what we added, I am not sure how useful we were, and the following day their own correspondent dished our soundtrack, but I did give it my best. I was in my 20s, when I went to my first live BAFTAS, I went with LBC. The correspondent they had sent did not know much about who was current so I went with him to nudge him as to who anyone was. I do remember Morecombe and Wise were the warm up men, far more famous than the person, who warmed us up for 20 minutes to be in the virtual audience. I also went to the BAFTAS whilst I worked at the ROH, but looked remarkably invisible in my maroon uniform. It was however, nice to spot everyone arriving and where they seated - something that indicated their status. And now I am just a hollow hello on a soundtrack. The story of my life :)
More whooping and hollering as I went on the dinosaur train at Paradise Wildlife Park. Dressed up in many layers, to ward out the uncharacteristic cold of April, me and my neighbours reprieved last year's outing to the park, and we had a similarly wonderful time. Lions are just wonderful, I think all of us adults showed some signs of poor behaviour as our caged brothers captured our hearts, but the thousands of children were just lapping up the play areas and behaving really well.
Most of Tuesday I was in bed after the adventures of the day before so the only highlight was Bob Gledhill, Green Party representative for Bury Green and Goffs Oak, taking pictures of me, for my Green Party profile shot. But by Wednesday I was so encouraged by the continuing sun, that I finally managed to walk down to Fishers' Green. In my head this place is much further off than Broxbourne, so it is often an unreached annual target, but for some reason, I was spurred onto stretching out and was rewarded with some wonderful sights and got there relatively quickly, though at just over two hours there and back was a longer walk than normal. Apparently many of us have brain fog mushy brains cos we are not stimulating ourselves with new adventures, walking two miles in a different direction one day definitely made me feel more awake, even if the walk knocked me out again!
Since then it has almost all been a story of things not happening, the yoga teacher's internet had gone down in Portugal, so my first attempt to join her on a Thursday failed, and then today first session delivering Green Party leaflets was cancelled, and then the replacement event was also cancelled and just now post work on the allotment, I was even too shattered to have a long catch up chat which had been long planned. However, I did managed to get out to the canal boat protest locally as narrow boat dwellers fight to be allowed to remain on the River Lea. I love seeing them, I am a definite gongoozler so I hope that they win.
Meanwhile the rest of the people in England seem to be out drinking and shopping for Britain. Many also apparently objected to the extension coverage of the Prince Phillip, which must have been quite painful for the Queen, who cut a most sad figure, sat on her own at his funeral, which I also missed today, but saw now coming up in Facebook feeds.
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