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I was woken by my son at about 6am and lay in bed waiting for 6.30 to come along as that’s proper waking up time. I had a great idea for the ball book. It was some big revelation that hadn’t really occurred to me before and I was trying to work out where it might come in the story. I drifted in and out of sleep.
When I was at breakfast I tried to remember what the idea was and it had completely deserted me. I didn’t even have the ballpark. Well only the ballpark that it was about balls.
It had seemed so brilliant at the time, but now I couldn’t even remember a scintilla of what the idea had been. I wondered if I had just had a dream in which I thought I’d had a revelation, but in reality I hadn’t. I was pretty sure I’d been awake, but it all blurs into one these days and there’s every chance what I imagine to be real iife is a dream and what I think is a dream is real life. Or that none of this is really happening and the images I see are just those that my brain is producing as it shuts down in death.
My wife said that it would come back to me, but whilst that is often true, I have definitely lost ace ideas back into the void from whence they came.
This time it did come back to me. And it was all right. At least the start of something that might be good. But it’s weird that you can have a thought that feels so groundbreaking and important only for it to disappear from your head. I guess if Paul McCartney hadn’t bothered working on Yesterday straight after he’d dreamed it, then that song wouldn’t exist.
I don’t think my bollock revelation will be as culturally significant as Yesterday, but I hope at least that Richard Curtis will use it as the starting point for a romantic comedy.
The day got eaten up by admin and trying to get the bugs out of our broadcasting equipment (leading to
a bonus stream for those idle in the middle of the day).
I cut my losses and picked up the kids from school and took them to drama. My daughter was in a very bad mood as a result of some incident with her classmates (she was actually growling) and then picked a fight with her brother, who to be fair, seems to delight in winding her up, even though it usually leads to a punch. I had to pull the car over twice to try and get them to calm down. I threatened loss of ipad time and then imposed a loss of ipad time, but that just led to more tears. In the end the thing that more or less worked was to say that no one was allowed to say anything for five minutes. Tempers cooled and only slightly ignited again once we were getting out of the car and things were pretty much back to normal after drama.
I am doing OK as a dad, nothing on a par with Bandit from Bluey who is still the dad I aspire to be. The kids were watching the show this morning - the one at the Chinese takeaway and I’d forgotten that the fortune cookie says “Flowers may bloom again, but a person never has a chance to be young again.†And I came very close to breaking down in tears. What a show Bluey is.
