Made in Barking

Normally the arrival of a Friday is something which has been eagerly anticipated, but not this one.

After a week of adventures, fun, laughter and quality time together (even restoring our faith in hot chocolate with a return to Kakaw - extra), today I had to return the wee ones to their mother. 

With anxiety comes a perpetual sense of irrational dread, which is only exacerbated when events conspire to produce a sense of very rational dread. So it was that that feeling was heightened this morning, which I tried to combat with scrolling back through ALL the photos I had taken over the past week. 

The camera roll was full of love, colour, smiles, light, beauty, family and new experiences. All in a matter of just 7 days. It reminded me of just how lucky I am and again, I went through the list:

I have three brilliant, wonderful and healthy children.
I have a job that enables me to do fun things and go to nice places with my children.
I have a loving family around me who all offer unconditional support.
I have a small but select band of friends who are always willing to listen and give me their honest advice without passing judgment.
I have a roof over my head.

I have, I have, I have, I have……some people can go a lifetime without having half the things I do! What the flip (sorry for the language) do I have to worry about or dread?! 

I also had the distraction of tickets for the KAOS production of Made in Dagenham, a show about which I know very little. Kind of ironic as I was born in the next town over; Barking, which is where my family hail from - my grandparents actually working at the Ford plant at the centre of the story. I was anticipating some dodgy Essex accents…..

The show itself was a good one, I wasn’t offended by the accents, which were actually spot-on and there were some truly outstanding performances. I think it is the mark of good am-dram when you forget that you’re watching am-dram. 

Only one night left, so if you’re local, give it a go!