So this evening we had an extra booking from the girl guides. Something like twenty 12 year olds from Golders Green following me around. I’m still telling similar stories to the ones I tell the grown-ups, but not as sweary and cutting the drug references. Having to find a call and response thing as well in order to make sure they feel like they have their voice, cos kids that age are gonna take their voice occasionally if they aren’t given it. I’ll never be a teacher, because if you aren’t curious you can go fuck yourself. But I’m good at managing unruly youth because I was unruly youth.
We had fun, over the Heath and into Hampstead. There were jump scares and silly stories. It wasn’t too cold and the rain held off. My rainspotter app is golden for peace of mind, or the chance to prepare.
Now I’m home and I’ve ordered myself an electric blanket and mattress topper because that’s the game coming up. If the world is gonna get colder my bed is gonna be a haven. I’m sure Boy will respond well to this innovation.
I’m over it now for the week. We had a company meal but Chloe fucked off anyway. We will try for another one, but I think she’s a professional exiter. She’ll do the job and then you’ll see the back of her head. A good habit to cultivate perhaps. My duck leg cost me twenty quid, but it was nice to hang out with the troops after an early finish. The best thing about an audience of twelve year olds is that you don’t have to make small talk with them in the pub after, so we caught up.
Now it’s bedtime again. I’ll probably play silly games for a bit as I left my kindle in the car. I’m not gonna cost myself a bath this evening either. With no blanket I don’t have any inclination to exit my bed. So here I will remain. zzz
AlBarclay 