Indeed, looking back on this day, it was a particularly low ebb in my working month. Attempting to flesh out the ill-considered ideas was a potentially positive process, but it soon ground to a halt. Reaching the end of the day, I was in a noticeably irritable and downtrodden mood. Driving out of Newcastle to my rehearsal was a great release. At the rehearsal, I brightened up considerably and took myself to a point of nearly getting giggly as the musical director "da da" and "dee dee"ed his way through some of the songs to demonstrate their tempi. "These aren't the original lyrics", I quipped and then nearly found myself losing my composure at my own poor joke.
I don't suffer fools gladly. I know that. I also know that I'm quick to judge people as fools. Especially, if they give me evidence to that effect. I am quite good at keeping an open mind, though. People do get second, third, even fourth chances with me. However, I have no desire to aim for foolishness in my own work. I will not join a group of people marching over a cliff.