Mrs F. Duddy makes a cameo appearance
Festival Season is in full swing; Edinburgh seems busier than in previous years. I’ve been out of the house for work by 7 am and then not returning until midnight, having met folk or gone to shows or …
Last weekend the house was full, its residents ranging in age from 3 to 49. I learned a few things about modern kidhood and learned that our kitchen floor is actually a pretty good place to nest.
The Actors – nocturnal creatures who were allegedly sleeping in our various rooms – have now returned to the Big Smoke. They were quiet and friendly, but our paths were not destined to cross.
They came in at 3, 4 and 5 am to rest, while we left for work at 7 and 8.
Their play was a dynamic affair, chocked to the brim with impressive acrobatics and full-on characterisations, cool scene changes and Hellish nudity.
Last night for them, however, would be arrival to their own homes. Today, “jet lag” back to the day jobs. Hope it goes well for these kind and talented folk.
We, however, wandered through quiet back streets (yes, they *do* exist – even in August) to the flat, where the bathroom door is unlocked and modesty unprotected.
We sat up for a little while watching some news programme and some inane comedy before slipping into slumber.
It wasn’t wild or wacky or dynamic, but it is really really lovely to be still and inane sometimes.
Mrs F. Duddy likes to make an appearance every now and then, treasuring these moments, holding hands with Mr F. Duddy, just before slipping into dreamland (which, last night, was full of ukuleles).
Today, back to Festival Frolics!
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