How was your day? (Random off topic chat)

With a weekend of theatre in Manchester while I was in the area, I decided to do the tour of the tour of the BBC studios at Salford’s Media City this morning. Definitely worth it for 90mins. We managed to get into the Radio 6 studio as well the Blue Peter studio (which is really small). Though the most interesting part was in the radio drama studio and how they did the sound effects for them. As a piece of trivia, the tour guides told us that during the Grand National, when the horses jump the fences, it’s all sound effects which are piped in and not the actual noise from the race!

Yeah, but those B&Q ones are a bit rubbish...





Already booked.

I think I’ve got gastroenteritis. I’m hoping it’ll go soon.

It’s at times like this you can feel very isolated in a foreign country.

Today we cracked & had the heating on for an hour for the first time since the beginning of May. Anyone still holding out?

I gave in and wore a long-sleeved shirt today.

Well, you do have the advantage of having fur!

Dreamt about Company and hanging out with Rosalie Craig and cast, in the dream remember thinking 'must tell @emicardiff'
I either spend too much time on this board or on my Twitter feed.

Behind every sign there's a story. At Birdland in Bourton on the Water today I saw a sign advising visitors that they shouldn't be concerned if they see a sereima lying on its back with its legs in the air because they do that when sunbathing. I wonder how many reports it took to result in the sign. (There's a similar sign for the bleeding-heart pigeons pointing out that, as the name suggests, they're supposed to have a patch the colour of fresh blood on them and they haven't been injured.)

Later in the day I stopped off at a pub to have lunch, and for the first time in my life I saw someone fall for the "You have updog in your hair" line. I thought that was a joke that only existed in print because it never actually worked in reality. Now I know better.

On train home late last night was rummaging for my house key before realising with sinking feeling that it was in my theatre bag in my house, I of course had the has to be smaller going to the national theatre bag. Get home, spend time looking for torch in front of car, give up and move to looking for it in boot in dark by touch. Locate torch, torch has no batteries, hunt for batteries, give up and decide to locate spare key in shed by moonlight. There is no moonlight, stumble to shed, falling over chicken house and accompanied at each step but a crunch as I decimate the local snail population. Hunt around by the light of the small glowing screen on my watch hoping a mouse doesn't jump out on my. Find key. Realise could have been using phone as touch.

I'm a bit slow with technology, it took my a whole journey home from the hairdressers falling off pavements and navigating off hedges (I live in the country, there are no lights) thinking my phone torch didn't work before I finally realised the case cover was covering the torch light.

It's possible I should go out on my own though I take comfort from the fact that a colleague told me today she'd dried scrolling up an actual packet of biscuits to look for the ingredients. I haven't tried that yet.

5. Though actually fell over the empty hen house, probably just as well or they'd have been all of a fluster. They are very amusing, lots of personality in a small being. These ones like jumping up and down and eating sweetcorn off a spoon. My mother tells me one is rude but this apparently refers to pecking when broody and not shouting rude things in chicken at humans which i'm sure they're doing. They look very imperious.

wise words