Sorry not to have blogged for a while - everything has gone a bit pear-shaped. Went to look around Cheltenham to see if we fancied moving there, thinking the answer was going to be yes, yes and YES - but...no. It was pouring with rain which didn't help but even so, it seemed a bit...quiet for my liking (especially after Brighton). And there were some gorgeous Regency bits of town but also rather a lot of horrible new-build estates and big roads carving up the centre, and it seemed almost as expensive as Brighton, house-wise, so no. Felt awful telling my parents and sister as we'd been so sure we'd love it and would be much nearer to them. But we're back to the drawing board instead.
I feel really muddled up about it all. We DO want to be nearer our families but at the same time what's the point of moving somewhere we're ambivalent about? If we leave Brighton (which we all love) it has to be for somewhere that feels just as good. So now we're wondering about Bath. Or Oxford. I don't know. Don't want to think about it any more. We drove off from my mum's yesterday and I just burst into tears, felt so disappointed with how it had all panned out.
I'm sitting up here waiting for the phone to ring now as I'm about to be interviewed by the Sunday Express. They're doing a piece on the Rainbow Fairies authors - yes, some recognition, excellent! - so I guess that means I don't have to be secretive about it any more. Phew. A photographer's coming round tomorrow and everything, eek. I'm a bit nervous about this interview, to be honest. What shall I say? I'm bound to blurt out the wrong thing. I'm bound to wreck the Daisy Meadows pure and wholesome image. I don't feel very sparkly or clever today. Aarrrgghh...
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