A rehearsal this evening but not a particularly strenuous one. Lines are still swimming in my mind but they’ll settle by Saturday. As things were running to a close I scurried off and jumped into Bergie. I had managed to persuade them to let me put him in one of the very limited parking places at The Globe, so he was on standby for this my escape.
I haven’t seen my best friend for months and this was one of her only days off. I’m absolutely knackered and don’t feel well at the mo – nothing too serious though as we established at A&E but I’m run down. The threads are showing. I drove through the gloaming and we met at distinctly unglamorous Pizza Express in Twickenham. Just a chance to sit opposite one another.
I got there at 9.15pm so the place was already close to shutting for the night. I sat. She sat. We are both knackered. Damn it was good to see her. They don’t sell any of the pizzas I used to like – Capricciosa and Veneziana. All things change. I had some square thing with sausage and I covered it with chili oil. We started trying to catch up.
They had to kick us out and then I took her home to a sleepy house. Two little ones and Rhys all sleeping upstairs, although Rhys roused himself. I am not good company tonight though. I feel slow and still heavy. I didn’t stay for a drink and now here I am back at mine and in bed and it’s not midnight yet. We used to be so rock and roll, she and I, tearing up the late night East End dives. Now I’m ready to go to sleep at ten and I’m okay with that. I’m looking forward to a nice soft happy slumber.
She’s only 26 minutes drive away at this time of night. That’s nothing on London terms. I’m just useless at staying in touch with people… Must try harder. That was a lovely evening.
AlBarclay 