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Came downstair to dog diarrhoea on the kitchen floor and then my poorly son came down stairs, stood still, looked at me and was sick on the hall floor. And then was sick again. So before 7am I had cleared up two bodily fluids of two different species in two different rooms of the house. Like an effluent based Cluedo.
These things happen in threes. So I wasn’t looking forward to finding out what had happened in the bedroom.
The boy was fine (and so was the dog) and I reassured him that none of this was his fault. The sad thing was that we couldn’t send him to school now and that meant he’d miss out on the nativity that he’d rehearsed for and we’d lateral flow tested for and which we were probably more upset to miss than he was. He gave me a little blast of one of the songs later in the day and I felt we’d missed a treat.
He’s a little champ and took everything in his stride. Such a delicious mixture of cherub, imp and imagineer. Once again I feel his pain more than he does.
The grandparents came over to look after him, as Catie was going to do a podcast in town and I needed to take his sister swimming, but it meant I got a bit more working time than I expected. The book is progressing slowly, but I am enjoying it. Nearly a year has passed since I started to suspect something might be wrong with me and this feels like the right amount of distance to take stock and assess it all. It feels insane that this has all happened in less than twelve months, but it’s been an important year for me for many reasons and though none of the bollock stuff seems real now (unless I stop to count them), it’s changed my priorities and perspective.
And good news today,
as the sketch that Sky Potato financed and that I (I like to think) starred in has been nominated for a Writers’ Guild Award. It’s brilliant news for Taylor, Hannah and Catie who wrote it, but also cool that the first outside project of our fledgling production company has got this recognition. We’ve got a couple of more ambitious projects in the pipe line and are perhaps unique amongst production companies in that we don’t care about getting a return on our investment. We just want to get the work out there. If it makes more money then we can back more stuff. We’re getting a pretty constant income from the ads in RHLSTP and it feels right that that should be used to make stuff that might otherwise not get made. It’s always been the impossible dream of my podcasting and self-funded work, that it might somehow become successful enough to back the projects that other companies wouldn’t. I knew it would take a long time and it would have been nice if I’d been able to start all this ten or twenty years earlier, but I guess I will just have to live the or twenty years longer than I was planning to do, so I can achieve this stuff at the arse-end of my life.
Keep listening to the podcast. You are fuelling this.
