Amandababble Week Four
If I fall asleep half way through writing, someone give me a nudge, I am beyond tired and it’s my own fault. I know I’m at least an eight hours a night girl, so why oh why do I think I can manage on any less at my age? I have only myself to blame.
Monday night we were invited to the film premier of ‘Summer in February’ – a fabulous film produced by my very clever friend Janette Day – it was wonderful, beautiful, captivating and the acting was BRILLIANT! Go see it when it comes out. We hung around the great and glamorous, there was me, with my Claire’s Accessories diamonds twinkling and my Fred & Florence frock, as I chatted to lots of lovely people – I felt very self-conscious at first, but once I got into it, it was a great evening. …even if I did say to Dan Stevens, you look like that car crash bloke out of Downton, he replied, “I AM that car crash bloke out of Downton.’ Oooops! Apologies, your Lordship. 
We drove home late as the boys had a GCSE the next day and after this one night on a couple of hours sleep and lots of early starts, it’s thrown my week. I keep thinking I might catch up and feel sprightly but I haven’t yet. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz…. Thank you for the nudges.
I had a couple of articles in the Huffington Post this week. For all the heartfelt comments and feedback that I have had, thank you so very much.
My new novel is coming along nicely and I’ve been sworn to secrecy on the title and so do not whatever you do tell my publishers at @HoZ_Books that you know its called ‘a Little Love’ - do not do that! I fall into the pages of it every day and resurface hours later for a glass of water and a loo visit and then straight back to my lovely Pru and her world. Writing her story is a reminder that we all lead lives that are sometimes thrown off track, and its okay to lay down and catch your breath for a while, and then when you are ready, get back up and continue with your journey. I think about events that have shaped my life every single day, but that’s okay too, its part of the fabric of who I am.
The boys had their final GCSE this week and so for them summer has begun! And that apparently means sleep and raiding the cupboards! They surface mid-afternoon, forage for food and crawl back under their duvets. I keep shouting up the stairs, ‘It’s sunny!’ or ‘who wants to go for a walk?’ no response. They say it’s them restoring their batteries, growing and taking stock. I say ‘get out bed you lazy s*ds!’ I can’t spend the next three months with them hibernating like bears, only coming out swoop through the kitchen locust-like. Although thinking back to the summer when my O Levels finished (I salute all those who are nodding, ah yes, O levels, when exams were REALLY hard and we couldn’t take one in basket weaving or street dance!) I spent the entire holiday with my friend in her parents vacant shed, watching The Breakfast Club on Betamax over and over and over, drinking Pomagne illegally through a straw, practicing smoking (I could never do it, I was rubbish!) and piercing each others ears with a needle and an ice cube, while listening to Heaven 17. Second thoughts, maybe its better I just leave them to sleep…
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