My goodness, it’s been a crazy few days. Last week I had four clear days over the weekend, from Friday through Monday, where I was able to organise myself, tackle the email mountain, and re-charge, with no meetings or engagements whatsoever. In contrast, these past five days have felt like I packed in about two week’s worth of activities.
It’s Sod’s Law really that I can go days with nothing much to do, bar work appointments & events, but the moment someone asks me on a date, my diary is booked solidly back-to-back for nigh on a month.
But I can’t complain, because I have had a splendid, pretty self-indulgent time, of the type that reminds me why being single and child-free in your late thirties is often a remarkably excellent thing. The grass is not, I was reminded each time I looked through my camera lens at something beautiful, interesting, placid, and child-free over the past weekend, necessarily greener on the married with infants side. (And I mulled for quite a long time over Hannah Betts’ piece in The Times this Saturday on single girls who are that way pretty much because they choose to be — consciously or not.)
That being said, I’m not going to pretend that I don’t get crushingly lonely sometimes or don’t have to fight off the black dog. But there’s balance in everything and, for the time being, my status quo is pretty much status ok.
So: what was I up to? On Thursday, after a breakfast meeting, two appointments and Elevenses with lovely Nicola of Next to Nicx, I headed to Kent in a borrowed brand new Range Rover for a dinner & overnight stay at The Bell in Ticehurst organised by my friends at Barbour.
I left early for Kent so I could go via the village where I grew up, Smarden, which I have only visited twice in the past twenty or so years.
On Friday Barbour took a group of slightly hungover (not me sadly, for after the dinner I worked until 3am to make up for my day’s outing) editors clay pigeon shooting in East Sussex. (An amazing day.)
I drove back to London mid-afternoon with celerity, for I had a ridiculous evening planned. First up was Muse at the O2. Friends at Harper’s Bazaar & Esquire invited me to join them as guests of Raymond Weil in their box (thank you THANK YOU), and took Hannah as my plus one. There was quite a lot of dancing and some rawk finger action.
The moment Muse finished their umpteenth encore, Hannah & I SPRINTED to the tube, for I was off to the midnight screening of Skyfall at the IMAX with Chloe & lil’sis. She had a spare ticket, and I did not like the idea of my sister wandering Waterloo alone at 3am in the freezing cold, so I stashed the shiny Range Rover in the South Bank car park before Muse, (taking the tube to the O2) so I could drive us home afterwards, warming our bottoms on the heated seats.
(We LOVED Skyfall. It is an excellent film, adhering to all the James Bond film codes, but pushing the franchise forward in an intelligent, visual and thoroughly enjoyable manner. I do hope Sam Mendes gets to direct the next one too.)
Euf. I got home at 330 after dropping her off, and blogged till 430am, because I knew Saturday was going to be a complete writeoff.
I surfaced at ten to one and, grabbing Posetta Baddog, rushed off to the Trace Publicity Dog Day Afternoon for editors, to meet various dog accoutrement vendors and a wonderful dog trainer. I’m afraid that when I finally got home, I pretty much slept for the rest of the day — and the evening.
On Sunday the shiny Range Rover was still sitting outside my flat begging for an outing, so Hannah, Mark & I went off to explore the Art Deco wonder that is Eltham Palace in south east London, and then headed to Greenwich & The Rivington Grill for a late lunch and squint at the Cutty Sark.
So that was the weekend. And today I had a long-standing date with my father to go track driving in his MGA at Goodwood. I felt VERY naughty having already had four days of activity behind me, but thank goodness for BlackBerries and remote working. Between circuits I sat in his Jeep and frantically bashed out emails. Truly the modern age really does allow for a lot of multi-tasking.