I’ve just heard our offer has been accepted on a house. Oh my God! We are doing it! We are moving! I am excited but also apprehensive because this house is far from the ideal. When we were approaching it to look round, I thought, Well, there’s no way on earth we’ll buy THIS – but then somehow between walking through the front door and getting out into the garden, I fell in love with it. Quite confusing, really, to have bought somewhere you don’t feel one hundred percent convinced by, but sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith, right?
I hope that doesn’t come back to haunt me.
I’m a bit hungover today because last night I went out with lots of Pan’s people and my agent to celebrate the publication of Any Way You Want Me. It was really lovely to see them all even though I didn’t quite manage to get out the big thank you speech I’d planned (maybe it’s just as well – when I rehearsed it on my partner, I actually started welling up, so at least I avoided doing a Gwyneth on them all). But that aside, it was very very nice – great company, delicious food and a fantastic strawberry champagne cocktail to start the evening. Who could ask for more?
Excellent journey into London last night, too – this guy got on the train at Clapham Junction, opened his Evening Standard to read it, then, after a few moments, burst out laughing. “Oh my God, I’m in the paper!” he said. He was looking at me, so I said, “Why, what have you done?” and he showed me the piece – it was about this, and he was the councillor in question. Very funny – certainly a novel approach to being elected...
Then I got a cab to the restaurant and had such a fab driver – “Out on a date, are you, then, love?” When I told him what the occasion was, he whistled. “Written a book? Ooh! Is it saucy?” Then he started telling me, “I haven’t always been a taxi driver you know. No. Used to be a male model, didn’t I?”
Did you?, I asked, trying not to giggle. What sort of stuff did you do?
“You know them Dear Deirdre photo stories in The Sun? Well, I was the sexy plumber in one of ‘em, had to wear a boiler suit with it stripped down to me waist, and pose like this…”
Brilliant. He’s going in my next novel.
Talking of which – I’m giving myself the rest of the morning off. Too much going on in my head to do any writing. Perks of the job, isn’t it, being self-employed! So I’m going to lie on the sofa with a cup of tea and a book. Ahhhhh. Or maybe I’ll just go back to bed until pick-up time at the playgroup…
Written in Bones
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