Still mundane, but more positive

I think today might be classed as a Red Letter Day, which given the Brown Letter Day qualities of yesterday is all to the good.

I produce as evidence:

• I managed to sleep last night.  The previous few nights have been very disturbed what with one thing and another.  Apart from having a very strange dream where I went into the sports hall in my old school only to find that it had been turned into a zero gravity environment and I was forced to run relay races round the roof whilst keeping my strength up by eating Bovril, all was well.  I have no idea what the dream was about.  I shudder to think.
• I got a lie in this morning.  I straggled downstairs just after nine to find that Jason had gotten Oscar up and taken him to nursery, dealt with UE returning with the girl’s things and held the fort while I snoozed.  He is a good man, despite having funny eyes.
• I am still wearing pyjamas.  It is two in the afternoon.  My plan had been to forsake the house and go to town with my books.  I thought about it and realised that a) I would have to get  dressed and b) I would undoubtedly spend money and be frowned upon when I returned.  I have been studying at home, and despite it being home and hundreds of little jobs being on hand, I have managed to ignore them and pile through some more work.
• I finally got my essay back.  You know the one I wrote on Fairy Stories and had major kittens over? I got 90%.  Let me repeat that for you in bold: 90%! I have never gotten 90% for an essay in my entire life.  I just have to keep looking at it I’m so thrilled.  Of course, this does pile the pressure on a bit for the one currently residing in the murky depths of my brain, but hey.  Once in a lifetime is good enough for me.
• I managed to book tickets to see Tamsin Greig in her new play  ‘The Little Dog Laughed.’  I love Tamsin Greig.  She was fabulous in Green Wing and Black Books, two of my favourite programmes of all time, and I was gutted that I missed her performance as Beatrice in Much Ado for the RSC a couple of years ago, so I am very excited.  Plus Andrea will give me extra Brownie points.
• The best news of all is that Jason and I are going away together alone, tomorrow night.  I am unbelievably excited.  We usually try to get away for a couple of weekends a year, but this year has been particularly tough and we haven’t been anywhere since last summer when we snuck away to a hotel for a night.  It seems much, much longer ago than a year.  My friend has offered to have the girls over for a sleepover, and my mum and dad have offered to take Oscar.  We will be alone!

It all tentatively came together last weekend, but we didn’t book anything until today because, given our recent track record we were understandably nervous.  Today we threw caution to the winds and have booked a suite at the Malmaison in Harrogate for the night.  I love Harrogate and haven’t been there for nearly ten years.  I wanted to go last New Year but children prevented us due to their being alive and very much present.  We have no plans except to eat and sleep and lounge about.  I may straggle to Betty’s deservedly famous tea room some time on Sunday before returning home, but that is all.  That is enough.

I feel as if a ten ton weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  The thought of being free, and alone, with my husband is quite amazing.  Please gods, let it be true.

Did I mention the fact that we will be alone?

Ha.

Alone…