Today was a day of some weirdness. I won’t go into the details because it concerned someone else, not me, but I was trying to help patch it up.
But although it was weird and A&E and the police were both involved it may, oddly, lead to something good. It was shocking, but I have a little shoot of optimism about the outcome.
In other news I woke up to the most wonderful email telling me that my children’s book, Evangeline the Wishkeeper’s Helper – which was shortlisted for the Prime Minister’s Award a couple of years ago – is going to be published as a paperback next year.
The first edition was a most glorious hardback and when I heard they weren’t going to reprint it in that form, I thought that it was it for my dear little elephant.
I thought she was going to end up back under the bed talking to dust balls, in book form, just as she was in toy form at the beginning of the story.
I was also pleased to find out it’s available as an ebook, which I hadn’t been aware of. (I’m a moron.)
The other fun thing today was watching Love Actually on the telly with my daughter.
Although I had to quickly fast forward every time it came to a bit about the porno stand-in couple, which I never thought enhanced the film. They should have cut them, they didn’t add anything.
What I didn’t know was that during Hugh Grant’s first entrance – out of the official car, into Downing Street – she was secretly filming me, as I howled like a wolf. Which is what I have to do the first time I see Hugh Grant in any film.
I love him more than I can express with my human tongue and have to resort to my animal totem to get my feelings over.
She put it on Snapchat.
I think I’ve used this on here before, but I don’t care. Some things never get old.