Friday 9 November 2007

A Crime of Passion

Time 10:34
Location: Aldywch

I rush like hell, fighting off all others to reach my locker before the cattle arrive. I withdraw my belongings and run to higher ground.


Time 10:54
Location: Embankment


Shit shit fuck!!! Missed the tube!


Time 11:34
Location: Tooting Bec


Bus due in 3mins


Time 12:03
Location: La Sofa


I lift the lid and log on.... Dean is... realising his life is being spent through the dictatorship of Facebook!!!

Thursday 1 November 2007

An ode to Dodie...

I am writting this sitting at the dining table. A fresh bouquet of autumnal, rust coloured flowers, with cream rose buds peering around each spray, are proudly sitting in a ceramic jug in the centre of the table. Beside the jug of flowers is a silver candlestick with an elegant cream taper... All of set off with our new Laura Ashley Wallpaper. Wilton in Cranberry.

Im telling you this as today I feel a strange sense of self, a feeling of security. Im sat writting sipping a cup of tea from a china mug, Director Boy is busy sorting out paperwork for his forth coming production at the Arcola, and the cleaner is busy making our, Im appalled to say, somewhat dilapidated kitchen, look like it has just been installed.

She is blonde. Young. And possibly Polish. She has an accent which sounds distinctly Polish or Czech. Today is her first day and she has spent the past three hours hidden in the kitchen. We, I use we in the royal sense, thought that she would perform magic all over the house, that was until we realised just how many lifeforms were cohabiting on our work surfaces. Kim and Aggie would have a field day.

But the reason I feel secure is because today, life has slowed to a pace of actual reality. Today I realised how my life is and in what direction it is travelling. Whether or not the direction is the right direction, remains to be seen, still it is a direction.

Although I have to admit I feel distinctly like Monica in Friends when she gets a cleaner. My role as 'Mum' seems to be challenged. I keep going into the kitchen for a jug to water the plants, again. Checking Guy's room for something important, just to hear what noises are coming from inside the room that is being cleaned.

If she turns up wearing my jeans...