It is not possible to live a life on sausages, mash, peas, gravy yorkshire pudding, all washed down with half a Guinness, and then expect to feel great.
I spent all Sunday afternoon sleeping.
Jim and I watched THE BANKSY documentary, EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP.
Loved it.
Fell into bed knowing my days of dirty living were numbered.
Woke to Cameron and Humphries discussing the NHS. Not good for my digestion.
Meditated and set off for Yoga.
The rain was so heavy I hid my towel under my Parker.
The class felt alien, having missed three sessions.
Two actors I know were in the class, it took all of my concentration not to compare my rubbish perfomance to their four starred work-out.
Back to the ranch, put the washing in, showered and made myself a green smoothie, I am now drinking my second litre having picked myself up and started all over gain.
My hands are cold and my head has the heaviness of the de-toxified idiot that I am. My thighs are stiff – can you have stiff thighs when you have no muscles them, all that pushing and pulling this morning….
I am writing till 5.30.
Then its in the car, waiting for the Congestion Charge to cone to an end, then off to see AS YOU LIKE IT with the daughter, at THE ROUND HOUSE. The RSC and my near-as-damn-it-son playing I know not what. I’m hoping my hands will be warm enough to applaud later on.
THE PAINTER got three stars in The Guardian, upsets me if the old git doesn’t get a mention – which he normally does – he couldn’t care less….four stars elsewhere.
They are fully booked, which is good – playing to empty houses is horrid.
That’s it for now. hanging up the washing and settling down to chapter four or five, whatever it is I’m nearly finished with the organisation of the memoir….
And then who knows, I may be in with a chance with some kind of publisher. Now that would be nice wouldn’t it? Only problem is I’m neither Jordan, Michael MacIntyre or a celebrity who has eaten their own head. Still there may be a publisher out there who has a few pennies left that he might want to throw into my piggy bank. he’ll have to have a good throw though the slot is awfully thin.
My fingers are ever so slightly defrosted. Notalot though.
hello jeni
thanks for sharing this with us. I really look forward to reading your blog – it cheers me up a treat. Feel like I really know you.
love your radio london show – such fun to hear you again.
sympathy to you and your family on the loss of your sister in law.
linda x
Jeni im sooooo pleased youre not Jordan or Micheal MacIntyre and look forward to reading your book!
If you were Jordan I would never want to be part of your world !! So far as a publisher is concerned one simply must be found I need this book !!!! Bit of an odd day today my anxiety was very high, washing machine went for a service and the brought me a temp one half the size. John is watching the tennis from Australia, states that it does not look like Australia could be anywhere, my reply asking would he like some kangaroos to hop across the court???? Bentley stuffed with the bits of hombaking that just happened to drop to the floor between baking sheet and cooling rack. Daughter out for the evening. Love to all xxhugxx