Closing my two-stop miniature pub crawl with a half of Black Dragon cider, in commiseration for yesterday's result and in honour of my English father and his father, who once found themselves accidentally in the Wales end of the stadium ... #CymruAmByth#CymruAmBiffed#SixNations
And (dangerous though it is to ascribe feelings to the long dead) I think my father's liberal rugby-loving heart would have been warmed by the mothers and daughters at the station all with roses painted on their cheeks. #SixNations
Strange to think that thirty years ago to the year I watched one of those actors give just as exceptional a performance as the first Rosalind I saw, and now I've played the foil to a Rosalind of my own.
I mean, the current countermeasures against AfD often leave a lot to be desired, but they're stellar compared to a nation which has elected a fascist traitor *twice* ...
Neurodivergent toddler being given an asperge all of her own on the procession's way back to the altar after the renewal of baptismal promises ... π₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ί #cofepeeps βπ―οΈ #EasterVigil#VidiAquam
When you're the only non-choir member singing the congregational hymn, there might be a bit of a dependency problem going on between choir and congregation ... #GoodFriday#HolyWeek#cofepeeps π―οΈβ