Love really is what this is all about.
Love a bunch of mates I'll never forget. Each in different corners of the country, and eventually the globe. Love us in hysterics and even love us in tears. 'Cos that's what we're all there for.
Love this industry. And each niggle or annoyance or slightly-something gone wrong is worth the look on children's faces in an Oily Cart show and hearing that someone you've worked with has been inspired to pick up her flute after many years. Love the adventure of seeing a show from inception to fruition.
Love being able to ring someone at the end of the day if I'm p*ssed off, upset or feeling ill. Love that train journey every couple of weeks to have magical adventures of our own. Love the texts in the middle of the night and the whispers in my ear any time it's possible. Love private jokes and shared stories. Love him.
Love life. Love the things that we live for. Everything else in between is simply a means to an end.
Just had to get that one out.
A blog (and vlog) will come soon with all I've been up to in the past few months. Promise.
Much Love.
CC.
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