An apology is in order

Dear whoever is left

So I haven't been the best in my efforts to talk to you recently but I have good reason for this foolish rut I have slipped into so sorry, but in every waking hour of my existence I've literally been non stop. I've recently finished a production of Pygmalion (My Fair Lady) in which I played the over-the-top let down of the family, Clara Eynsford Hill, I could do so much with her because she longed to have the 'small talk' of Eliza but was surrounded by the social elite, she and her family were social climbers, it was a great production and everyone I spoke to loved it, how kind of them to amuse me like that!

Here I am strutting my stuff onstage-

I loved that hat. Hollie was an amazing Eliza!

After some normality had been restored during the late nights and rushed scene changes, I rediscovered some normality into my life and was happily working one day in the shop when two ladies walked in and RECOGNISED ME! I know it was on the smallest scale possible but I was so happy and grateful that they came out with the highest of praise that I turned bright red, yes I caught sight of myself in the mirrors at work, I looked like a burst tomato. If anyone has every had this feeling it's infectious and exhilarating, not from an egoistic point of view but just to be given recognition, I suffer from a distinct lack of confidence in literally everything I do, even now I still cannot listen to my radio show through fears of hating the sound of my own voice. I don't think they quite knew how happy it made me, well, they must have done because not only did i resemble a burnt pepper, I also lost the ability to speak; the second time in my whole like that has happened ( the first was when I was handed my signed copy of Take Thats' album, scroll down for that fun chapter!) I spent the whole day as chuffed as anything. If my dreams do come true and this takes off for me, I really need to handle social situations much better, countless times I have embarrassed myself with inappropriate jokes and musings, it has to stop if I'm going to be a 'Layde' to quote Eliza Dolittle.