Speechless

It has been a long day...

It began when I woke at 4.30am. Bob knows why. Nervous excitement or something.

Today I was a 101 year old Hungarian, saggy breasted burlesque dancer.

It was a voiceover for a comedy puppet show set in a rundown hotel.

Speaking in low gravelly tones took its toll however and towards the end of tonight's rehearsal for Twelfth Night, I burbled full on gibberish in an Italianesque accent.

My brain is jam. Black cherry jam. On toast. Mmmmmmm...zzz...zzz...zzz...zzz...

Are these my feet?