Brian and Maddy have gone up north. Tonight I’m home alone. I’ll start a new job tomorrow and got someone staying tomorrow night but tonight I can finally explode. My room got too full of things that need to be laundered and sorted out. When they’re home I don’t want them to be wading through piles of clothes waiting for washing, fighting through jungles of drying sheets, stumbling over mountains of bags with things for charity. I have a moment to express myself through the medium of tidying. I need to clean my launchpad. How can I expect things to flow, professionally, how I want them to flow if every day I wake up in a pile of old clothes and dusty books? How can I be the tiptop physical version of myself that I am sober to get back to if I can’t find a clean pair of pants in the morning? Sure I have no end of available frock coats or pinstripes or suits. The costume side of living in this world is fine. But day to day clothes are a lottery. I think I’ll do a baby Marie Kondo…
Kirti invigilates at Imperial with me and she is very much not a potato like some of them. She never worked a day until her husband died but she’s working now and I really love working with her but she made me throw away my jumper a while ago. “The money gets out through the holes,” she told me. I reminded her of it today and: “the same thing happens with your socks,” she told me and my sock drawer is an absolute chaos of ruined socks. My toes are baby soft but the nails are often talons, and my heels are made of sandpaper.
So this is my Friday night. Running the washing machine ragged and cooking a curry. Then once everything is dry I’ll shinto my underwear, although that’ll have to fit around rehearsals and lines. I’ve had too many projects, happily, while I moan about the fact that the sexiest looking jobs keep going to some other old fucker.
It is sweaty in London. The barometer just dropped an inch towards rain. This afternoon was lovely though. I took my lunch into Brompton Cemetery, dropped a couple of crisps and ended up with an army of crows behind me.
It’s a gorgeous walking place in my borough. I only just realised how easy it is to walk to from one of the common exam venues for Imperial…
