It's been a physically demanding day. The evidence: my shirt got uncomfortably soaked in sweat on four separate occasions in the course of the day before drying out under the air-conditioning of the area in which we were rehearsing.
At one point I found myself thinking of the younger me, working as a factory labourer before going to university, recalling just how physically tough those days were (and the huge lunches I ate in the course of them to re-fuel.) It occurred to me as I was thinking about those times that I rather despised middle class people who'd never spent a day loading and unloading lorries.
It occurs to me now that in a sense I still do. You live and sometimes don't learn.
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