There is something about a ‘Sunday Dinner’, well for my Cups anyway! It is what they love about going to Granny’s for dinner, and it was what Daddy is remembered for…it was the one meal I abandoned for nearly two years after Gary died…

On Sunday past one of the Cups asked for Sunday dinner I wasn’t prepared so I said we would have it on St Patricks day when I was off…

So I gathered up the ingredients on my way home last night and first thing this morning Alex got up and prepped the pots and veg…(my Cup girls were able to make a Sunday dinner age 10/11..positives of resilence when illness is within a family).

As I stirred the flour, butter and milk to make the cheese sauce I said to Alex, ‘the feelings at the moment are so familiar, they remind me of when your dad was approaching death…there is the uncertainty of what is ahead, the reality of the envitablity….but little understanding of the repercussions!’

Indeed I’ve said to a few people this week, ‘I feel like I’m in a play and I haven’t been given my lines, the plot or the ending!’…I do recall just before Gary died texting a fellow Calendar girl friend and saying..’life is replicating art…’ usually it’s the other way round!

That is the reality of life..it’s like improvisation! True improv allows you to trust yourself, your fellow performers and the process..there is no ‘NO’ in improv….only ‘YES’…sometimes it’s comfortable, sometimes it’s not…sometimes it tests us, sometimes it empowers us..so all I’m saying is…in this our society of reality we may need to hone our improvised skills of ‘trust and yes’… I can do this, you can do this, we can do this…just trust…we don’t know the script..

One thing that I’ve learnt from the improv of my life script is…that I can, I have, and I will do it… despite how scared I am…after all “I’m an actress, and Mum’ xox