I think it might be the pollen. It’s the time of year when all the London plane trees throw horrible thick spiky things everywhere. Yesterday at lunch they were landing in my tea. It might be the heat. It might be a combination of the two. But I had an almighty headache this morning and it left me with no desire to do anything.
Thankfully the filming has been reduced to a single day – it’ll be a long one tomorrow, and I’ll have to drive to Ickenham first thing in the morning. But I didn’t have to do any thinking or remembering this morning.
It’s just gone 7pm. My head is still feeling pretty rough. I’m thinking I might have a painkiller before early bed, or maybe just drink tons of water. I don’t want to wake up feeling like I did this morning. Not on a shoot date. That was rough. I pretty much lost the day to it. Lots of dozing. Couldn’t really handle screens. Writing this is tricky.
I’ve got a blow heater with a cold setting though, and I’m not afraid to use it. I put it on my bed and it’s blowing beautiful cool air over me as I write. It’s hot in the city tonight. This happens so rarely and lasts such a short while that nobody ever really bothers with air con in this country but for the hotels. This kind of awkward solution will be happening in houses across the UK right now. I can’t leave it on all night as I’ll trip over the wire when I sleepwalk to the loo. I used to have one of those battery operated hand held fans as well but I’ve either buried it or chucked it and searching for things isn’t my jam right now. Things like fans only become relevant for a few days in the year over here. Today is one of them. It feels like we’re on the edge of a storm. So close. Maybe that’s contributing to the headache. I’m a sensitive flower. I’ll go look at the barometer…
Well, it’s pointing at rain. And the mercury is at 28 degrees. It’s evening dammit. I love being hot but not when I have a headache and I need an early bed.
I’m burning incense now and listening to Mendelssohn. I’ve made a chamomile tea with honey and a splash of whisky. I might achieve my desire of being asleep by 9pm. Tomorrow will be more eventful.
AlBarclay 