A surprisingly successful evening

Heading off to rehearsal feeling like a pressure cooker is usually a sure-fire recipe for disaster. Especially as I spent the journey there on the phone to Michael ranting about how rehearsal was going to be a disaster and ignoring his advice to turn the car around and come home before I started burning my bridges yet again. Fortunately, I seem to have learnt some degree of self-control over the last few weeks and managed to resist the temptation to become all prickles and keep everyone at arm’s length. It turned out to be a good rehearsal after all – phew!