Quiet early evening. We watched what we could of the sunset from Lou’s sky cottage overlooking the sea. Just as the day drew to a close we had a flash of sun below the clouds before it fell into the sea. Just a few minutes of it.
“It’s gonna be like this for months,” says Lou, referencing the cloud cover and the grey skies, the light drizzle. “It’s 34 degrees in Riyadh.” I check the temperature in South Bend Indiana. 4 degrees. Lou is getting the hotter version of an adventure, that’s for sure.
We grabbed an amazing meal, you know how I love that. With no booze you can get out from under a place like The Ginger Fox pretty reasonably, and the food is amazing. Mushroom and Jerusalem Artichoke soup and a venison pie. I won’t be needing anything else today. The venison pie had one tiny tiny little shiver of a carrot in it. Other than that just meat meat meat and meat. I was very happy.
Now she’s packing and trying to take a call about work. We are both flying out tomorrow, I’m off to Scotland for a jolly. Booked it so I fly from Gatwick a bit before her. My single tiny little backpack would be nothing at all if I hadn’t slung in the script of As You Like It and my Steam Deck. Doubt there’ll be much time for either – I’m back in town on Sunday. Readthrough and photo shoot Monday and my oh my things are all starting to happen again. This time without Lou is gonna fly by with being busy. I’m also bringing a Glyndebourne frock coat rolled up in a plastic bag. When I get on the plane I’ll be wearing it, but then it’ll be back in the bag when I get to Glasgow, cos otherwise Begbie will beat the crap out of me in the toilet.
Gonna switch into the last evening. We are both gonna have a winter adventure. She’s excited. She’ll be doing shitloads of work. I’ll be ok once I’ve learnt my LINES. Hence bringing it on the plane. I just Facebook stalked the rest of the cast and I’M GONNA BE THE OLDEST WAAAAAAA. They better not all call me grandpa.
AlBarclay 