Where oh where has this year gone?

Jan/Feb/March whisked by in a flurry of ‘flu, floods, a new grandson and commuting Sonning for the Ayckbourn… this seems a million years away now.

Since that (really lovely) job I have done several ‘shorts’, read several novels for audio, shot an episode of TOAST (see photo left), had really lovely feedback for THE ABANDONED (co-written with Nigel Fairs) and also for Big Finish had my SURVIVORS script accepted (…and breathe out), had the short I shot last year A QUIET COURAGE, accepted by The Chinese Theatre in LA for their ‘Shorts Season’ (holding my breath again!) and am, currently, touring as Miss Marple in A MURDER IS ANNOUNCED with Talking Scarlet Productions. One more week to go in Swansea.

All followed by week’s break (where there’s a bit of a Tenko re-union going on, three days in North Wales… can’t wait) and then off to Nottingham to play Mrs Conway in TIME AND THE CONWAYS. Then back to play a gangster’s moll in a feature, LONDINIUM.

I sit here at my computer looking at the evening sun and wishing I was 20 again. Well, not exactly that… I would like this head, this experience, on those shoulders. I’m in a really contented place right now, but there is SO MUCH still to do. I was listening to Robin Ince on the radio today, saying exactly that. But in trying to cram each minute, sometimes there isn’t time to “stand and stare”… equally important.

Three dates for your diary…

Tom Baker’s new website launches late August, designed by my good friend Matt Evenden.

August 31st is Timey Wimey 2, a day of Doctor Who events in Brighton with Janet Fielding, a big Doctor Who quiz with prizes and I NEED A DOCTOR – The Whosical, fresh from the Edinburgh Fringe.

Followed on November 23rd by Timey Wimey 1 also in Brighton, where we have lots of Doctor Who companions, screenings and interviews followed by Tom Baker holding court in the evening www.timeywimeyevents.com check it out, date-for-the-diary-see-you-there-kind-of-thing!

And here and now? This Friday a day with my grandchildren. And breathe out.

Love to you all, Louise