It went fabulously

The script premiere of Bwagamoyo (The Father) in Uppsala last night.

Full house. Four bows. Rich passionate audience discussion afterwards.

I'm too brain-dead today to give a more detailed description. But I wanted to respond to all the lovely emails, cards, sms messages, calls, that said:

Break a leg.

We're thinking of you.

You can do it.

Go show them watcha got.

and more. You have no idea how vital they were. Especially at 3am yesterday morning, when I doubted every single word and movement I'd created.

Thank you everyone who came. Especially those of you who got on planes from London, and trains from Gothenburg (three hours!).

As well as being brain-dead today, I'm in what I call mollusc-mode. Soft, quivery, edge-of-tears euphoria that comes the day after pulling off a big effort. A chorus humming through my tired, relaxed muscles:

thank you thank you thank you

I am so blessed

thank you