Today is my birthday. It was a smasher, kids made cards and cold, burned toast (quite a feat to pull off) delivered to me in bed (which I can't abide, crumbs in your duvet, ugh). A lift into town, cheers of confidence from all of those I love, and then...Fringe. <burp> Sorry, seems to bother my digestion.
Day 1 has been and gone. And, despite developing nausea by 10am (possibly the cold, burned toast with half a jar of marmalade on it. I fear my kids have confused me with Paddington Bear) it went ok. Well, it went well. Well, it was smashing. Phew.
We'll see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully, a wee mention in The List will go some way towards bringing in an audience: http://edinburghfestival.list.co.uk/article/53143-fringe-2013-bribe-of-the-week-gusset-grippers/ I'm planning a range of blinged up absorbent wear. Naice.
And, I'm to be a Huffington Post blogger. Ugh, there's that nausea again. Publicity induced dyspepsia is fairly normal, right?
Fingers crossed tomorrow brings more of the same. But, less toast.
Day 1 has been and gone. And, despite developing nausea by 10am (possibly the cold, burned toast with half a jar of marmalade on it. I fear my kids have confused me with Paddington Bear) it went ok. Well, it went well. Well, it was smashing. Phew.
We'll see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully, a wee mention in The List will go some way towards bringing in an audience: http://edinburghfestival.list.co.uk/article/53143-fringe-2013-bribe-of-the-week-gusset-grippers/ I'm planning a range of blinged up absorbent wear. Naice.
And, I'm to be a Huffington Post blogger. Ugh, there's that nausea again. Publicity induced dyspepsia is fairly normal, right?
Fingers crossed tomorrow brings more of the same. But, less toast.