SaturdayWake up around 10 am to my sister turning up on the way to the hairdressers with her youngest. She doesn't like it if I don't come down to socialise, so I did for a bit. She trundles off and so I spend about an hour trying to work before my other sister turns up with her boys. The six year old comes up to my room and shows me this mini trivial pursuit board game he got in a McDonald's happy meal (it was such a good game naturally we had to play it). Then I have to socialise with my sister and of course hold and smother with kisses her 2 month old for a couple of hours. She deosn't leave until her hubby picks her up. More socialising.
I must admit I had the evening to work and I managed to do a couple of pages of the play and half a redraft of an outline of Dusseldorf ( the Bacardis weren't as helpful as I'd hoped. Scrummy though). Then I watch Doctors on iplayer and then chat on the phone to some guy I kindof met the other day. Strangest conversation but I agree to meet him for a quick coffee next week. Why? He's funny and is physically interesting. Then he sends me a text along the lines of "sweet dreams". Then another abridged "sweet dreams" text ten minutes later. I text back that I did not think I was meant to reply and that we should talk in the week. Gut feeling tells me do not do coffee.
SundayWoken up by a text from the aforementioned guy welcoming me to the day and enquiring whether I like to write in the morning and such. Definitely will not be doing coffee.
My turn to take my mum to church - managed to fit in an hours swimming whilst she was in church. Feel good. Tidied up for a bit. Then we had a family meeting at my sister's house. Lots of issues to be aired so it went on for about 3 hours. One issue on the agenda was my not spending enough time helping out with my nieces and nephews!!
Go home, finish the Dusseldorf outline - relatively pleased with that. Phone rings. I recognise the number as the one belonging to the aforementioned guy so I don't answer. He has left a voicemail. Do not listen to it.
Then watch a Samuel L Jackson pacific-heights-style-next-door-neighbour- thriller directed by Neil Labute. So average. Then listen to
Theatre Voice/Theatre 503 short plays. I would recommend
Sudbury Town out of all the ones I've listened to so far. I found it funny.
Check my email. Receive ecstatic email from friend who says he so pleased that I nagged him to finish re-writing his one act play for a competition this weekend and has attached it for me to review. He then asks me how my whole "write a play in the weekend" went.
I'll let him read this post.