Today after nearly a fortnight’s break, I managed to get down to my book again (this was at the cost of not going to the afternoon showing of a film I wanted to see at our local arthouse, but hey, I have to work sometime….). Chapter 6 of draft 1 is now finished! Woo hoo!
This surely can’t go on, but I have been having some more good times over the last few days. Yesterday it was down to King’s Cross again to meet an old friend and fellow-writer, in a restaurant which I had passed and noted on my way to the Dental Hospital and the Sleep Clinic (what an exciting life I lead), and which I thought would be vegetarian and/or organic. It turned out to be neither, just ridiculously expensive, but we had a very nice meal and then repaired to Costa in St Pancras station for decaf coffee and more nattering.
On the bus on the way to King’s Cross, I had rung my mum and invited her to go to what sounded like a Nice Italian Film (a category she and I both like) this afternoon at our local art house. Then this morning The Lady Who Shares My First Name, from my singing group, rang and asked if I was free for lunch as she was (like a double glazing salesman) ‘in my area’. So I became an even Badder Mother and deserted Genius Brat from just before lunch to just before dinner. He doesn’t seem to have minded.
I walked 15 mins to the lunch place, had a good natter with The Lady With My Name, and then walked another 20 mins to the cinema, passing the gym on the way, which makes it an extra virtuous walk (doesn’t it?). My mum was late arriving at the cinema so I took the opportunity to be the first person to ring her on her new mobile, to which she has finally capitulated at the age of 94. Sadly, she had switched it off… Anyway, she arrived just in time, and the film (Mid-August Lunch) was delightful – I recommend it if you like Italy, gentle comedy and feisty old ladies, of which there are four in the film.
So all in all, another satisfying, if not productive, day. I am now going to be very righteous by doing ironing and sewing on buttons, while hubby defrosts the freezer. Oh, the joys of domestic life.