“Hello,” I say, answering the flat phone last night at 6.30pm. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “How are you?” “I’ve had an epic nap and now I’m packing,” I say, although haven’t started yet. Haven’t even unpacked from earlier in the week. “How are you my darling?” “I had to saw the sofa in half […]
On way to see the new Stoppard play carrying my can’t-you-take-anything-out-of-that-is-there-a-body-in-there weekend bag. Or, more accurately, Mum’s bag. It’s covered in birds and filled with…don’t even know. Dresses, jeans, top, tights, sleepwear, phone charger, gym kit – in case there’s a gym at the hotel, trainers, wig, contact lenses. All the paraphernalia that one needs […]
“What are you up to at the weekend?” MediaChap says. We’re sitting on a sofa outside an auditorium at the Royal Festival Hall. Bits of Carmina Burana are filtering through the woodwork. It’s beautiful. “Seeing the new Stoppard play on Saturday lunchtime and other than that not much. Why?” I say. “Do you want to […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 