Day 25
The problem with doing two ‘working nights’ at school; you’re utterly knackered for all the school days that follow.
I’d the sort of evening last night that typically denotes an ‘I’m tired’ Friday: a comfort food dinner and wall to wall tv. I fear that the large amounts of time I spend with teenage boys in the week is polluting my mind; I shouldn’t have found the ‘Dick the Kick’ jokes in the fabulous Stella quite so funny… loving Kenny Doughty as the charming, sexy and yet some how imaginably attainable Sean.
I’m crawling into bed every night with Rob Lowe, I’m just too young to truly appreciate his Brat Pack 80s youth but was enchanted, charmed and educated by The West Wing’s Sam Seaborn. Stories I only tell my Friends is written with wit, warmth and honesty. It exudes a passion for acting, theatre and performance that I’m using for inspiration.
Day 26
Damn you Marks and Sparkle and your Dine In for £10: yes I’m facing a culinary fear and cooking a whole chicken ( don’t roll your eyes yummy Mummies: what does a girl like me do with such a thing?) and it gives me a potential food buzz on a ‘staying in’ Saturday night BUT not only does the ‘cosy couple’ advertising make me feel every bit the singleton I am, but it also forces lots of chocolate soufflé calories that aren’t supposed to appear on my ‘new year new me’ diet sheet (I could have got fruit salad but who picks fruit when there’s chocolate? Actually, I know the answer to this one… Thin girls, meh.) andI impulse bought creme eggs at the till.
What M&S need to sell is a jar of will power, tied up in a pretty box with a bow, they could stack it on a shelf beside the will power, determination and self-worth: they’d make a million.
