Mmmm I was just zoning towards sleep when Lou messaged and I remembered I had told her I’d pick her up from the station. There’s something extremely Chelsea about an overcoat on top of pajamas and a pair of Gucci sliders. I bought the sliders on Vinted for cheap as an in joke with Lou because of all the saunas, and they have become a big part of my day to day. Convenient things, particularly if – like me – the only shoe option tends to be a great big pair of walking boots. I’ll happily kick around in bright socks and designer slip ons. Although apparently it is illegal to drive in socks. I was told that by an uptight female friend when I was driving barefoot, but I think it is actually a thing. Nuts of course, the better you can feel the pedal the more nuanced your use of clutch and throttle will become. But we all know that laws are largely a massive pile of buttsick.
Christmas approacheth. I’m not gonna be working now until next year. Don’t want to do any of that festive event stuff, Paris and RSC means I’m still ok for now without spamming energy into other people’s stuff. I’m just gonna be festive homebody. Today I sorted some sheets out a little bit. Tomorrow I will look at costumes and try and catalogue what I’ve got so it can go in the attic but come quickly into play.
Boo is being delightful, Lou is working all hours, Brian and I are starting to think about Christmas and what we might be having to achieve. Likely this weekend will involve a massive shop to get in all the things that we will need to get in. It is always carnage the morning after. I’ve got a floor mattress, some bits and bobs, I’m making sense of rugs and towels etc etc. We will manage. There are definitely lots of plates.
And I’m exhausted. Lou just made camomile and I had it’ll be head down and off into my extremely eloquent and lucid dreamscape. I’ve been spending time with lots of people I have almost forgotten in the waking world – dreaming into old friends and old alliances, breaking old tracks and patterns.
It’s ten. I have a feeling I’ll be flat out in ten minutes. I don’t think I can keep my eyes open. Winter. Early dark. This is the longest night of the year and I’m feeling it. From tomorrow, the light will be tentatively returning. It’s hard to believe it. Another corner, a happy corner, back gradually into the light again. Breath. Hope. Good things to come.
AlBarclay 