Waiting

Waiting for the train to take me to choir. Tonight is an extra so we can learn the song we're singing at the Trump march tomorrow. 
In other news it's been a quiet day. Supervision in the morning which helped me digest and process some of the distress from yesterday. Then a day just pottering and catching up with the last episode of the Handmaids Tale that was missed on Sunday. I'm so deeply tired I kept falling asleep and then having to rewind the bits I had missed. 

Sam had his performance at school. Mr Wormwood in Matilda. We could only get two tickets and he wanted Bryn and Francis to go. I think he knew I would cry and embarrass him. Bryn's verdict was "Brilliant!" so it must have been good. I'm a bit sad to have missed it but it's fine he could make that choice.