All Atwitch

I am jangly, twitchy-itchy, unfocussed and distracted.

I am feeling the burden of creativity and the lack of an outlet for it. I need a piano and a piece of manuscript for an hour, an uninterupted afternoon with the camera, a paintbox and easel… Something, anything to calm the harried beast!!!

Arrrgh.

This weekend will see me working, I went back to the agency and arranged more sitting on babies, so, after last night, another 2 evenings straight will be spent doing sites while I watch Lifestyle on Fox and [hopefully] the tiddlers sleep. It’s totally brilliant for earning cash but less brilliant for soothing creative nerves.

I need to sing actually, I am missing Jonah – and strokingly for my ego they are missing me. Kirk keeps me up to date with the latest repertoire (a John Lenon classic this term) and also serves to keep me focussed on going back there next term where my solo awaits me for the end of year concert at the Basement. Happily they are singing in a local church service next Sunday evening so if you’re keen to come along and hear them let me know and I’ll save you a seat (and tell you where to find them!!!).

Mr Africa hasn’t emailed me this morning… the first day he’s missed, and like a total girl I’m wondering if it’s something I said! What is it about us girls that leaps immediately to that conclusion? Intellectually I know I’m being a complete twit but I really missed getting up this morning and cacking myself over the next installment…

So, the jangles probably have two pathologies actually. Actually, I’m dying to write to him because to do so calms both the creative beast and tantilises the girly princess but I’m refusing to do so for fear of looking like a total needy-stalker…

[shakes head pathetically and has another coffee…]

Ed. do you think adding caffiene induced jangling is a good idea?…

Dee. Shut up Ed.