The 9th of March.
Well my Sunday routine was scuppered today because Sunday Brunch has been replaced by Winter Paralympics. Which is fine, just different. I lounged around in my pyjamas for most of the morning, but I did decide to get dressed properly before we had Sunday lunch at one. Because Christine missed them the first time, we had ox cheeks again. They were just as good as last time – if you can, try and get your hands on some and cook them for like four hours. They fall apart and it’s delicious.
Christine’s train was at three, so she and Daddy went out not long after lunch was over. Dan was supposed to come round for a little bit this afternoon but he ended up on a country drive with the fam and didn’t get back until I was just about to go out to The Glee Club to see Richard Herring.
The show is called We’re All Going To Die, but is very life-affirming. Death is not something that’s talked about because people don’t like the idea of their lack of existence. The concept of heaven is constructed by humans to comfort us, but I’m not really sure I like the idea of being up there for infinity, watching the world but not taking part. Anyway, the show was great – I agree with pretty much everything he said. I was sat next to some amusing people – I found it highly entertaining that we were fine with all the death chat, but as soon as he started talking about the old woman who swallowed a fly, spider, etc, we were grimacing.
I met him after very briefly and he was very sweet. I bought a badge for a pound.
The 10th of March.
Well I did not start the day off in the cleverest of fashions, slicing my thumb on the bread knife while just trying to make my breakfast.
I have spent most of my day writing or thinking about writing. This morning I wrote about the Richard Herring gig last night, and this afternoon I’ve been trying to work on a piece that is proving difficult but I don’t want to say too much about it. Sorry to be a tease.
There isn’t much else to say about today, and tomorrow will be much the same, I imagine. I did do some cat-chasing – the little black and white one has a bell on its collar now so we hear it in the kitchen. I think we’re just going to have the cat flap locked at all times.