Ha. Well. Not quite sure what to say really. On the one hand, I’ve been so busy actually living up to my resolutions that I’ve failed in others. Such as ‘write blog post weekly’. Ho hum. So now with a spare 40 minutes while I hold for the child tax credits helpline, I thought it about time I explain myself.
It’s been a busy year. Quarter one:
January – I got a studio. Yay!
February – The entire household – except for me – was ill for over a month and I couldn’t use the studio as I had to look after them all. Then I found out I was pregnant. Then everyone got ill again. This included a minor illness of Kit’s which Dicky became convinced was really serious due to the large purple mark on his torso. Endured an overly paranoid, first time parent visit to Homerton children’s A&E on a Friday night, the eve of my 34th birthday. Bumped into an old art school friend, Nick, who’d sensibly become a paramedic. Kit projectile vomited all over him and me. Had to sit there stinking for another three hours. Nobody could figure out the cause of the mark, until a wise doctor went away and returned with a baby wipe. The mark immediately went and we realised it was a blueberry stain from teatime. How embarrassing, and what a waste of NHS time.
I soon realised it was going to be impossible to keep on a studio and gave it up to work again amongst the domestic detritus in snatched half-hour segments.
March – Got made redundant after four years. Turned out to be a blessing, as is often the case in the London creative industries bubble.
Met Jude Kelly who asked me to do a WOW Bite at the upcoming Women of the World Festival at Royal Festival Hall, about women’s work songs which I’d just started researching. Had to become an expert and get over my extreme fear of public speaking in three weeks. It turned out really well and I met lots of fascinating women from Ethiopia, Tibet and India, who all had interesting facts about work songs from their countries. Here’s a link to the presentation. The film quality is not great, but the singing by Alison Frosdick, who accompanied me is beautiful.