Strange
Well, that was an odd random comment on the last post (I just deleted it). Spam I guess, though spam usually has a purpose. I hope it's not someone just doing a test and now they're going to flood the site with stupid junk.
Went to Falmouth in Cornwall for one night last Saturday. We stayed in a nice
hotel with a spa, where I had a massage. (Lynda, I tried to put a link there following the method you sent me a while ago, but can't get it to work. Did it change when the sites changed?) The massage therapist told me my shoulders were some of the tensest she'd seen - like a board across my back. She couldn't get in to undo the knots.
What's causing that? Here's a clue - at the end of the three-hour drive down, Amelia woke up from a short sleep and promptly had a screaming tantrum when I told her she had to put her tights on to get out of the car (it was cold outside!). She then refused to get out of the car at all. Ian had to go off to find something for lunch, rather than the pub lunch we'd been looking forward to. I was so tired from working (three days at Stoodleigh, plus another project at nights) that I burst into tears.
Luckily things got better after that. And she hasn't had a tantrum again since, so let's hope it continues. We've started the reward chart system again.
My little play is finished. The last workshop is next week, then there are two weeks off, and then they have a meeting at which the writers try to get together with a director. Should be interesting...