328: Dinner at home was a ‘mid’ week treat I allow traffic and school work to deny me. I got to let myself in; have coffee and do an hour’s marking before Mum came home to make a dinner so fabulous she sent me home with another portion and a recipe. I’d forgotten how calming home cooking and conversation can be.
329: A dinner with an ex-pupil. K was my first Drama star; a girl who taught me more than I taught her: a key member of my first and by far the craziest A-level class I’ve ever taught. She is taking off to Oz for a year and this was goodbye: dinner turned into too much wine (I’m scared to check how many times that phrase has appeared in the last 300 and so days) and an until dawn conversation. I was overwhelmed to see her; and love that she still makes the effort to allow me to be part of her life.
330: My hangovers get worse. I had a much- anticipated, although given that my hearing-aid wasn’t working and that time confusion meant I missed my hair appointment (my vanity is increasing with age)was less eager than I should have been; wedding /30th birthday party. I spent the day somewhere between sleep and wakefulness; and somewhere between my bathroom and the sofa. Managed the shower, but not the dressing and the make-up. I am a crappy friend who cancels way too many things because I’ve no sense of moderation: I didn’t deserve Dermot O’Leary for company last night but was grateful for his sunny, charming presence in my living room.
331: Did a little of the domesticity typically earmarked for Saturday; headed home for more home cooking but am feeling restless…an over hang of my hangover and the sense of a wasted weekend gnawing away at my sense of self. How can it be Sunday night? Can’t decide if I should watch an episode of Spooks on one of the endless repeat type channels or treat myself to the unearned and as yet unwatched pleasure of a second helping of Sex and the City: the movie.
