Wednesday 16 January 2013
134lb (bad: too much time sitting on arse), agents, though, 1!
11 a.m. Just had phone call from agent! Unfortunately had mouth full of grated cheese but did not matter as did not seem imperative to talk.
‘I have Brian Katzenberg for you,’ said the assistant.
‘So,’ Brian Katzenberg crashed straight in. ‘We have Sergei in common, and I know Sergei wants to get this spec out.’
‘Have you read it?’ I said excitedly. ‘Do you like it?’
‘I think it’s fascinating and I’m going to get it out to appropriate people immediately. So you can let Sergei know that straight away and it’s a pleasure to meet you.’
‘Thank you,’ I stammered.
‘So you’ll tell Sergei I did it?’
‘Yes!’ I said. ‘Will do!’
11.05 a.m. Just called Talitha to thank her.
‘You will tell Sergei?’ I said. ‘He seemed very anxious that I tell him straight away.’
‘Oh God. Yes, I’ll tell Sergei. Fuck knows what’s going on there. But, darling, I’m very proud of you for finishing.’
LET IT SNOW!
Thursday 17 January 2013
Texts about snow 12, tweets about snow 13, snowflakes 0.
8 p.m. Text from school.
<Dear Parents. Heavy snow is expected tomorrow. Please check your texts and do not start your journey before 8 a.m. We will text you if school is cancelled for a Snow Day.>
8.15 p.m. Plain excitement. We can all bunk off and go sledging! Clearly no one can go to sleep. We keep opening the curtains to check if you can see it in the street lamps.
8.30 p.m. Still no snow.
8.45 p.m. Still no snow. Look, is really time the children went to sleep now.
9 p.m. Eventually got them to sleep by saying, ‘Go to sleep, go to sleep, if you don’t go to sleep you won’t be allowed to ENJOY the lovely snow!’ repeatedly like parrot. Obvious lie, as who else am I going to go in the snow with?
9.45 p.m. Still no snow. Maybe will check Twitter.
9.46 p.m. @_Roxster is tweeting about the snow!
<@_Roxster Anyone else excited about the snow?>
9.50 p.m. <@JoneseyBJ @_Roxster Me. But where is it? ‘Oh, oh, look at me! I’m snow but I don’t exist!’>
10 p.m. Tweet from @_Roxster!
<@_Roxster @JoneseyBJ Jonesey, are you twunking again? Or do you like snow as much as me?>
10.15 p.m. Carried on flirting with @_Roxster.
<@JoneseyBJ @_Roxster Are you getting fartaged in preparation?>
<@_Roxster @JoneseyBJ Definitely.>
Talitha joined in. <@Talithaluckybitch @JoneseyBJ @_Roxster Very funny, you two. Now GO TO SLEEP.>
10.30 p.m. Mmmm. Love Twitter. Love feeling that there is someone else out there who cares about all the little exciting things you yourself get excited about.
11 p.m. Still no snow.
Friday 18 January 2013
Number of times checked for snow 12, snowflakes 0, tweets from @_Roxster 7, tweets pretending to be to all followers but actually to @_Roxster 6 (slightly less than him, v.g.)
7 a.m. Woke up and all rushed excitedly to the window. No snow.
7.15 a.m. Tempting to all stay in PJs for Snow Day, even if no snow, but forced self to force everyone, including self, to get dressed just in case School Snow Day text did not happen.
7.45 a.m. No text. Maybe tweet, though, from @_Roxster?
7.59 a.m. Still no school text. Still no tweet from @_Roxster. Trying to deal with own as well as everyone else’s disappointment, shoved three bacon-wrapped chipolatas in mouth, adding as an afterthought, ‘Anyone else want one?’
8 a.m. No text from school. We had better go.
9 a.m. Dropped off Mabel and got to Junior Branch to find infectious excitement, and Mr Wallaker organizing lines of boys crouching behind imaginary snow-walls and hurling imaginary snowballs at each other. Resisted temptation to tweet about scene to @_Roxster lest it put him off me that I have kids.
‘Snow today, Mrs Darcy!’ said Mr Wallaker, suddenly looming up beside us. ‘Going to be climbing trees?’