I’m shifting my base for a bit. There’s a friend of Lou’s who lives in the woods near Hastings. I know that woodland pretty well from summertime visits to a patch of woodland owned by my dear friend’s uncle. Bella has two cats and a roof over her head, but she’s pretty much in the woods. And she’s off to Goa. Someone needs to look after the creatures. A change is as good as a rest, they say. So I’m gonna go live with the cats. There may or may not be another friend there at some point. I’m pretty chilled about it all, really. I’m mostly thinking about the cats and the sunset through the trees.
I guess it means I’ll have to pack a basic bag tomorrow morning though. There’s a fair amount going on. Sure it’s only one day of filming, but that’ll be happening on the 13th and I’ll have to be on form. “I like your humility,” said the wardrobe mistress today and I told her I’d be showing off about that later. A comment that comes from someone who is flooded with people who look and sound like me but are pompous egomaniacs. Even more than I am. Writing words about my life daily. Maybe that’s a benign way for the narcissism to come out. Rather than being a shithead to everyone. But yeah, bless her. She thought I was nice.
Fuck. Maybe I am.
Nice can still be sexy. Sexy-nice. That’s me. Yeah…
She was dressing me in the most horrible clothes. And she took one photo with the jumper I was wearing. It’s red cashmere – the garment you wear when you think you’ll be spilling wine down your front. I got it on Vinted for tuppence.
Bedtime. Need to print some stuff out in the morning before I leave, and get the paper etc. Admin never stops.
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