This morning, my boy offered to take the kids to school. This is a delicious luxury – it meant that I could lie in bed until 8.45am! I know! Touch me. Very happy. Today is a good day. I had a photo shoot in the morning for a sit-com I shot in the summer and then having lunch at the Angela Hartnett restaurant in Camden with me gorgeous mate Becca. After yesterday’s trauma I’m not going to try and fit too much in. Dog is walked and I’m going to keep this bloggy thing short.
I do want to mention one thing that I find a bit sad though. Yesterday I spoke to a friend – lets call her Sadie – who told me about another mutual friend of ours who is “really down about work”. He is an actor and this business is a bitch if you’re not working. I feel bad for him but he’ll be fine. He is hugely talented and if you can survive for 10 years in this shit you will survive for another. The person I feel most sorry for is Sadie. When she told me about our mate, she was almost enjoying his pain. I do not understand this. No-one’s suffering is acceptable – its horrible. It’s more horrible to enjoy a friend’s suffering. It doesn’t make you anymore successful if someone else is failing. Surely there is room for us all?
It called to mind a situation I was in when my husband and I decided to split. I had a coffee with a friend and she told me that everyone was gossiping about me. “Everyone is saying you are splitting up? Is it true?” I was gutted – not because of the gossip – but because my friend didn’t stop once to say; “I’ve heard this, are you ok?”. It was all about the gossip. Not the friendship. That’s not a good way to be. I don’t talk to her any more and I don’t miss her. It’s good to cut some loose and celebrate the great friends we have. That’s why I’m excited about lunch with Becca. She’s great. And lovely and positive. I’m ALSO going to Ronnie Scotts tonight! Yay. Happy Friday. Hope yours is a good one too.