Sore and Swollen…
I’m writing this while waiting for my flight at Belfast International Airport. We spent our first week back on tour at the Grand Opera House here in Belfast and we’ve had a good, although busy, time. I’m heading home today before driving up to Glasgow tomorrow.
Personally, I’m pleased to have a day off playing today. I’ve been covering the Lead trumpet chair all week for Andy Cuss. It turns out that he picked a good week to be off! Not only did we have a 3 hour rehearsal call to work in a couple of new actors but we also ended up with an extra (9th) show for the week. Thus, we ended up doing the equivalent playing of 10 shows in a week. Certainly a lot of blowing which has manifested itself in a nasty looking lesion on my top lip. I know from experience that it’ll be fine by Monday but it was still no fun having to play on it yesterday - it was quite painful to even put the horn to my lips.
Still, that’s what they pay me for….
This second part of today’s entry was written upon my arrival home.
I got back safely from Belfast only to find that I wasn’t the only one feeling bruised and battered. While I was away, somebody tried (unsuccessfully) to break into my house! Broken glass all over the sitting room and now time wasted waiting first for the Police and later the glazier. Boo……
