I’m still here. It’s been a relentlessly grim week on many levels, which is about as fun as it sounds. I’ve been paralysed, blog wise for the last few days. I find I need to be angry enough to write, but not so angry that I feel overwhelmed. Also, I need to not be terribly sad, and I have been. When I’m feeling like that, the blog becomes a bit of a morass, rather than the life raft it usually is.
I’m still going through it, but things are on the up, so I’ve come out of hiding to blog about a few things that have been positive, because for the love of God, I could do with some positivity right now.
Firstly, I had a magnificent charity shop haul this week. A brand new ball gown for my collection for the princely sum of £12, a Jaeger suede jacket which screams Eighties vintage and has puffball sleeves, puffball sleeves for goodness sake, for a tenner, and a Jaeger linen shirt for £4. Colour me happy.
I read God is an Astronaut by Alyson Foster and enjoyed it. I’m now reading Thatcher Stole my Trousers by Alexei Sayle, and it’s making me laugh, a lot. This is pretty amazing, given the week I’ve had. My Amazon review stuff is also playing a strong game this week. I’ve just taken delivery of Grayson Perry’s new book ‘The Descent of Man’, and am waiting for the arrival of a book about mudlarking on the Thames.
I’ve been cooking using Diana Henry’s Bird in the Hand and her new book, Simple. Let me tell you that the Mumbai toasties are to die for, and the chicken and prawn xim xim is heavenly. The bacon and egg risotto is also pretty good, although next time I make it, I’m going to tweak it so that it’s more like a carbonara, but with rice.
Jason and I shut the doors on the world yesterday afternoon and started watching season two of Peaky Blinders. We’re three episodes in and I’m loving it as much as season one. Thank God Helen McCrory’s Brum accent has improved though. Last season it travelled more than I do.
I’m making progress with my edit the shit out of the book you’ve just finished writing project. It’s slow going, and sometimes very dispiriting, especially as I’d really like to be starting on the next project, but needs must when you over write things as much as I do.
It’s now officially half term. It means the alarm clock goes off for the next week.
I took my friend Alex to the Doc shop today, and even though I didn’t buy any, It was good fun, and we had an amazing lunch to celebrate his birthday on the way home.
Tomorrow, Oscar will be ten. Can you imagine? Can you even begin? I know I can’t. He’s the baby, you know?