I awoke this morning to rain, fog, clouds and every other crappy weather element I could have imagined. SHIT!
Good News? I also awoke to an original poem by my Aunt R'Adele - THANKS AUNTY R... you were the only thing that made me get out of bed and face the day!
Twas the night before shooting
and all through the lot
was a calmness that mattered
not realy a lot
Our Aya she fretted
then cleaned and gleamed
while at the back of the trailer
the designers they beamed
Production they fretted
while directors they petted
when up in LA La Cheque was presented
Cops quickly decended
On the crims who pretended
And when Mama she erupted
They became uncorrupted - ever, ever again!!
THE END (of a Saturday night 2 red-whines from The Aunt who didn't win on the Pokies either - dang, double dang)
Will give you a proper update on how the shoot goes today... sigh...