The 30th of April. Woke at quarter past nine and spent the majority of my morning refreshing my inbox until I heard from one of the X Factor producers about Sunday. When the email came, she wanted my phone number which I gave and she rang.
We had a very nice chat; I am to turn up at 12 when I will sing for two producers within about half an hour, then if they like me I'll go to see an executive producer to sing again and talk a bit. That is the bit I really need to get to as that will get me through, I think. And that means I have to knock the socks off of the first people.
So I spent my afternoon practising lots and lots and I think I have decided on my songs. I really need it to go well. It is all I have ever wanted.
The 1st of May.
May! Back in October, I would never have thought that I'd get this far without another hospital admission. Frankly, I wasn't sure I'd see the first of May at all.
This morning, I went to Piccadilly Optician's to get my eyes tested and pick some new frames. My eyes have changed very slightly - the astigmatism is a point worse in each eye but generally all is fine. I tried on several frames, mainly purple? Discovered that I can't do pale colours. I've chosen some L'Wren Scott ones and now I have to wait about a week before they are ready! This is terrible because I am the least patient person in the world.
This afternoon, we had lunch and watched last night's Great British Menu (we are not fans of Aktar), then Mommy went to Grandma's while I practised some more, then worked out. This evening, I wrote up a blog post and gave Oscar a hug because he's been out and got wet a lot today.
