It’s 05h35 and I’m wide awake. I’ve got The Tent on my mind. We’ve only had three days of rehearsals and it’s already totally taken over my life. Reality and The Tent life have started to blur. The characters are becoming people and I talk about them as if they have told me things, not as if I made them up.
Yesterday at lunchtime I went to fetch some props that I am borrowing from the industrial theatre project I do for Engen (The Tent is set on the forecourt of a garage) and the woman who was waiting for me at the warehouse was curious about what I needed three petrol nozzles, a squeegee, a wire car and an old Engen banner for. I told her that I was directing a play and she was, "Oh, is that what you do?" And I said yes. And I was so happy.