The 24th of August.
Okay. Today. Where to begin? I managed to sleep until eight again, when I looked at my Twitter and saw that today’s Sunday Mercury piece had already started generating traffic. Thought I’d better get up.
I spoke with Julie (who wrote the Cosmo piece) and she’s looking after any other journalists/news agencies that approach me. She’s so good, I’m so glad I have her on my side. I wrote up some blog posts (thankfully, I wasn’t trembling them like I am now) and watched Sunday Brunch while my Twitter essentially went mental.
It’s a really good piece (despite a few inaccuracies which I will correct in a separate post), and now it’s on The Mirror website, itv central and The Scottish Sun so coverage is pretty wide! When I took the photo on Monday, I never imagined any of this – I was just being flippant. It has all been rather overwhelming. I was most shared on the Birmingham Mail website, in the top 5 most read on The Mirror, trending on Twitter in Birmingham, now I’m getting instagram tributes from Germany? Plus a lot of Facebook friend requests – sorry, but unless the circumstances are particularly special, I will not accept you if I don’t know you in real life.
Tonight I’m feeling rather worn out by it all, but I still might take a Zopiclone because I’m not sure my brain will turn off.
The 25th of August.
My sleeping in pattern has not continued. Even with a Zopiclone, I woke up at five, boo. I got a tweet from a chap at BBC Radio WM about being on there between 10:30 and 11, so I thought I’d better get up when it got to about eight.
I talked to Adrian Goldberg, rambled a little bit and had to explain some things, mainly GvH – it can all be found on iPlayer here at about 1 hour 50?
Grandma had to have a scan of her leg today as it’s swollen and it seems like she has a clot-like thing but she’ll be fine with some treatment, no surgery necessary (I don’t think). That was all done by lunchtime, so this afternoon, we went to get a hamster! I fell for one that needed to be rehomed (a child decided they wanted a hamster then changed their mind, basically) called Harlequin. I will not be calling him Harley for short as he is not named after a Rizzle Kick. He is mainly a pale sandy colour with white around his middle. There was another called Joey but he looked too much like Toffee who resides at the bottom of our garden.
We need to reorganise his cage ’cause it’s not quite right at the moment, but we’ll have to wait until we get him out to do that (they put him straight in the cage because he kept escaping from the cardboard boxes). I don’t want to post a picture of him through the bars because it looks like he’s in a tiny prison.
Becky and James came round and had tea and biscuits, and for some reason I was really offended by them not coming directly to the kitchen where I was making the tea, and talking to Mommy in the living room instead, so I was really mean at first and I’m not sure why that happened, because it was kind of unreasonable of me. Anyway, they told us about their weekend in London, and we talked wedding a bit.
Tonight, Daddy and I are going to try and watch another episode of The Honourable Woman. 3 left!