This week has been a week, not a terrible week but not a
great week either. Seems like sometimes That Break Up feels so much more raw
than it has any right to be really, this far down the line, and it’s hard to
get past the fact that my heart just hurts. I’ve
totally self medicated though, with OItNB and new bedding and San Pellegrino.
It’s been a week of being in bed by 8 pretty much every day, but whatever.
Soooooo, the week might have been pretty miserable but I
will not be defeated because now? Well, first of all there’s THAT HARRY POTTER
NEWS. You’ve all heard that by now right? That JK Rowling has confirmed that a
new Harry Potter play will be coming to the London stage next year? It’s called Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and whilst she’s keeping all her cards v close to her chest like she
does, she has said it’s not a prequel. I have all the feelings. I am simultaneously excited and nervy (I
am not so good with the unknown. The unknown makes me very anxious) and you
just know that I (along with oh, the rest of the world) will spend some time in
London Town next year. Ha.
So, there’s that. There’s also the weekend. Hurrah. It’s
going to be a good one. LEMME TELL YOU AAAAAALLL ABOUT IT.
I’m meeting Helen for lunch any minute. Helen’s baby is due
in August (I AM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS FACT YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW) and she’s
easing herself into her mat leave; last Friday marked her last Friday at work
and we’re celebrating that fact today with lunch just because we can. Hurrah.
Sometimes all you need is a bit of QT with your BFF you know?
Time with Helen is different to time with anyone else and
it’s my best. Last week we met up and visited her nephew before we went to
Maccies and then just huddled under blankets on her sofa to watch Before I Go To Sleep which mostly meant we talked shit to
each other the whole way through, renamed the characters, got very angry at Mr
Darcy being a badass, criticised Kidman’s hair, and generally took the film
nowhere near as seriously as we should have done thus missing a few important
plot points. I can’t do that stuff with anyone but her.
This evening my pal Jane and I are headed to Hoyster’s for
dinner.
Look how lush it is. You wanna come, right?
Prosecco on tap, this is not a drill.
Prosecco. On. Tap.
For some reason I see lots of prosecco in my future. Also
tapas. Oh, all the tapas. Jane and I
often have these grand plans of big nights out and cocktails and living the
high life. The truth though? We’re eating at 6.30 so do not be surprised if
we’re tucked up in bed for 11. Ha. We’re the most rock and roll. I’m excited
because I haven’t been out since Before the Break-Up so you know, it’ll be fun
to dress up and drink bubbles and let my hair down a while.
Tomorrow I’m getting my culture on with a matinee
performance of Dreamers at Oldham Coliseum. It's a new comedy musical about a group of girls in 90's Manchester: small town nights out, friendship and 90's Indie classics. I am all over that. I’m
going with my friend Natalie – the show was co-written by her sister in law, which
is super cool. Then, we’re heading back to Natalie’s for takeaway food (I hope
Chinese. Nat, if you’re reading this, shall we have Chinese?) and a film –
we’ve mentioned Selma
as we missed it at the cinema. It will be a delightful day of delightfulness
and will probably involve us making plans for when we go to London in October to see Cumberbatch as Hamlet. Nat was all Cumberbatch crazy until I gently pointed
her in the direction of Elementary. She’s seen the (Jonny Lee Miller shaped)
light, naturally because how could you not when he’s that
sexy, but she still has a soft spot for old BC and me? Well I just like London and the theatre
and cocktails so you know, fun times. We’re going to do Hamlet and hit up some
of the galleries and find some awesome cocktail bars and generally just spend a
weekend being super sophisticated. I’ll follow Natalie’s lead on that then, I
know: I am the least sophisticated of them all...
On Sunday I have a blissful ZERO PLANS, but whatever I end
up doing it will not involve food. [& next week will involve a lot of gym time. That cross trainer and I will become very
well acquainted] I might just drive home, and watch the rest of the first
season of Grimm in bed. Yep. That sounds like it
could be a plan. I’m still on the fence about Grimm. Ems
and I watched six episodes the other Sunday which means I have to finish it,
because I’m too far into it not to, but I’m not sure that I love it, yet. I
might also finish my book. I’m reading The Beach Hut at the moment, which is brill and marv. I love
the way Cassandra Parkin writes. I also love that the beach in the book is
based around Perranporth. I love Perranporth.
Anyway, I’ll talk about it properly when I’m done but in the meantime, you can
(and should) get a copy here. Next on the list is the
new Rosamund Lupton The Quality of Silence
which is out next week and which as a lover of Sister I
am super excited about.
I’ve also been house-hunting which is both exciting and
terrible. I have a lot of emotions about it, and if I let me think about it
properly then I get rather weepy but, well, the actual ‘let’s find a cool place
to live,’ that’s sort of fun. I feel like I’ve found the perfect place,
actually. . It’s at the upper end of my budget, as in the very most I would be
prepared to pay right now, which is obviously not ideal: the higher my living
costs the lower my savings/book money, but it’s beautiful, so beautiful. I’ve
even been furnishing it in my head this week which is perhaps not sensible. So,
I made a deal with myself: it’s not even available til August, so, if it’s
still on the market this time next month I’m going to go and view it. If it’s
not, well, then it was never meant to be and I shall find somewhere less
beautiful and less expensive. This is my plan.
