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3 March 2019
On Friday 1st I saw a Facebook post from Northern Cross asking for people to help with cross carrying across the sands for some filming on Sunday.
Thunderthighs was a complete pain on Saturday and we were having a discussion about appropriate and inappropriate ways to deal with anxiety when the ‘phone rang with the news about Paula.
He
changed immediately from stroppy teen to caring son.
I decided going to Holy Island would be the
best thing for me to do, and he decided he’d come with me ‘for emotional
support’.
He was up at 5.30 to get there
for the 7am start.
There was a bracing
offshore wind but it was a lovely day for standing around on the sand.
There were seals on some of the
mudflats.
Thunderthighs now wants to
cross the sands on Good Friday.
While we
were standing around this bloke I sort of recognised came up to us and asked
about how we were involved with Northern Cross.
So I explained, all the while trying to work out where I knew him
from.
Was he a telly person I’d seen on a set
somewhere?
No.
It was ‘choirmaster’ Gareth Malone doing a
programme which is on sometime over Easter; I don’t know what it’s called.
Thunderthighs realised before me and claimed
to be star struck and was unable to talk for some time.
When we got home I had a bath and a nap and then went with Mrs Leftfoot to hear a Canadian woman singing songs about knitting in the upstairs bar of the Cumberland Arms.
It was a suitably
surreal ending to a very strange week.
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