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Another writing day whizzes by with next to nothing achieved, but it wasn’t surprising that I was tired after four podcasts and a late night TV recording in just five days. I tried to catch up on sleep, but had forgotten I had some PR interviews to do and eventually I just decided to have a bath and relax a bit and hope tomorrow the head was a bit less fuzzy.
We also had to go to Phoebe’s school for a parent teacher meeting and to see how she’s been getting on in her first half-term. The school is impressive and her teacher is positive and committed and impressed with our daughter. We were worried about her fitting in to a new school with kids that she didn’t know, but she seems to be more than holding her own. It feels like we’re getting through into the fun bit of the corridor of parenting now - both kids are being sweet and funny and only amusingly naughty. This morning when I said “What?†Phoebe told me that I should say “Pardon†and chastised me for not using good manners.
She hasn’t learned this stuff at home, so congratulations to the school for instilling some sort of code of ethics. Her teacher also confirmed that my daughter is strong-willed, stands her ground and doesn’t take any crap from the boys, though is friends with them. I love her spirit, even though she gives me a hard time some of the time too. I’d love to take some credit for this remarkable little person, but she came out screaming and fighting, so I don’t think it’s much to do with me.
If it wasn’t for the pressure of failing to get my writing work done this would be entirely a golden time. I’ve slightly lost my writing bottle as a result of the unpleasantness of being sacked from that project in the Spring. But hopefully I can find my way back into it. It doesn’t seem likely that I can get everything done in time, but it always feels that way. And at least the characters are established and hopefully they will spring to life when I find the right situation for them (which they have, to be fair, in the one script I’ve made some headway with).
I’m just annoyed with myself for getting in a situation where I am doing two demanding jobs at once, but it’s mainly because the podcast has turned out to be a lot more work than it usually is.
What’s the worst that can happen?
I basically fell asleep at about 8pm whilst we were watching telly.
A fantastic RHLSTP with the man I want to marry, and who won his fucking Pointless show that I couldn’t do, Michael Sheen.
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