Monday. The actors day off. Brighton. A relaxing place by the sea. Lou. A very chilled person. All the things.
Inevitably we went to a sauna. I brought my Gucci Slides wot I bought off Vinted for a few quid, and the pair of Topshop trunks that Frank left at mine and replaced. If we ever go to the sauna now, Frank and I, we’ll have matching Topman fire shorts.
We went to Luna Wave up Beaconsfield Road and at this time of year with the dark closing in it is glorious to just lie in heat and let your endorphins pretend it’s summer. Of course they’re obsessed with the things in Scandinavian countries – anything that can stave off the cold. I’m sure they’re atrocious for the environment, but … no more so than air con.
I’m feeling absolutely zoned out and Lou is cooking risotto for us both so this is my window for writing. Every day she’s closer to heading off to Saudi, so I’m trying to get my daily scribblings done when she’s otherwise engaged to get maximum time with her.
I might be living here a fair amount when she’s gone, but there’s a recall for a tour that’ll put me on the road again, out in one of the most recent world dictatorships, I’ll likely have to archive a few dozen of my blogs before the visa application goes in, including this one. So I’ll have to say one of the keywords I’ll be searching for. America.
I’m feeling so very relaxed, it’s wonderful. This little happy flat with this very particular cat. I’ve just brushed her to within an inch of her life and pulled off a whole cushion stuffing worth of catfluff. I reckon we’ll be in bed by nine tonight and I’m up for that. The dark is closing in, so the morning is the best part of the day.
Fingers crossed for my little tour landing. Still got to do a recall. I’m really hoping. I could do with a bit of creative focus, and it might not be a career job but it is certainly a life job…
AlBarclay 