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And so, as predicted, things have got much busier. Two trips to Amsterdam in the last 8 days, lots of activity at the Actors Centre, and bookings on the corporate front now stretching through until mid-November. All rather good………… for the bank manager. It's been a lean summer. Amidst all this activity I'm still trying to pack in regular visits up to see Mum. This week I was able to tie in a meeting in Sheffield with a visit to see her for the day on Tuesday. I arrived a little earlier than I normally do on my daily trips and she was still having lunch. I stuck my head round the dining room door and momentarily my heart stopped. All I could see were little old ladies sitting having lunch. I couldn't pick out Mum.  When she first arrived at Rotherwood  on a dark cold unforgiving February Friday afternoon, even though she wasn't at her best she looked different from all the existing residents. I remember walking away from home that afternoon thinking  “Have I do...

I always think it's still rather wonderful that despite it being nearly forty years since I was last in education, the beginning of September always has that back-to-school feel about it. I've been spending the weekend on my own catching up on paperwork at my desk. Rich has been off on a stag weekend  down in the country and will no doubt return happy, and content but tired later this afternoon. Having just completed my accounts, something that I've done on a Sunday morning since way back in the 1970s when I first left drama school, I was looking at my diary for the forthcoming month. Hey presto, it's busier than it has been since June! The new term is about to start. Several trips abroad, albeit one of them being a holiday in the 3rd week of September, and lots of little jobs all over the place until late in October. This gives me that contented sort of feel that I tend to associate with the smoky leaf strewn days of autumn. Although I've grown to lov...