First thing in the morning the first AD texted asking if I was okay with coming in for a second day of filming. I suspected this might happen at the read-through as there was an unassigned line right at the end and if I have it then it gives my character something as close to an arc as you can get with about 5 lines. I’m thrilled they decided to hand it to me. But it puts the kibosh on Budapest. So that’s a lot of money up the wall. Airport parking and flights. Oh well. I might still go by booking another flight out late on the 14th just because I’m fed up of failing to see Maté. But maybe it isn’t the time, once again.
A good problem to have, though. Two days on set is always better than one and the money for another day will more than cover the loss.
Lou and I woke up in sunshine finally. Our little house in the woods has been drenched and overcast for most of the time we’ve been there. To finally see the light come in through the trees was a tonic. Our headspaces are very very different at the moment. She’s having an extremely tricky string of unexpected setbacks, while I’m back doing what I blithely assumed I’d be doing all the time when I left Guildhall. I want to give it my full focus and try and push momentum, so half of my head is on these things.
Couple that with the fact that she’s a lark and I’m an owl. I will sometimes try to lark with her when I’m staying, but the last few days I’ve been enjoying the peaceful late night owling in that house, with the crackling fire, the night sounds and the delightful pair of cats.
Brian showed up with dinner and a Ukrainian friend this evening. We have just had a good chat about Dadaism. I ended up lending her Stoppard’s wonderful strange play Travesties. Now it is bedtime. Much earlier than usual. 6am car. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
AlBarclay 