Summer In The City

If you're one of those people who's complaining about the heat, STOP IT!!! You know that you're truly British if you're one of those people for whom only a temperature of between about 21 and 25 will do. Any more and it's too hot, any less and you're moaning we never get proper summers. Well, I think this weather is wonderful. Even Elephant looks faintly pleasant in the sun (actually, "pleasant" is possibly going a bit far, but you get my point.)

It's actually cooler than Venice. This has not diminished my desire to go there.

Went to the "Ducklings" rehearsal yesterday, which seemed to go pretty well. For a start, "Maria" can actually do a proper Lancashire accent rather than "Standard Northern," although we had to cut the Latin prayer because she couldn't manage it, which is a shame. "Susie" looks absolutely how I'd have expected her to look, though the actress is 29. The whole thing lasts just over 20 minutes, and they are even toying with the idea of playing a bit of Moz at the beginning as Susie stands on Maria's doorstep plugged into her iPod.

I'm not sure why, since my mother is keen to point out that "it's only a scene", but I'm starting to flap about Monday. I've discovered that two of the other writers have agents, and this makes me nervous. They emailed round a biog sheet asking me to list "only your 10 most relevent credits, due to space limitations." 10?!? I have one - Soho - and most of that was drowned out by screaming teenagers. I also have visions of my worlds colliding with potetnially impressive results - boyfriend, bset friends, LGBT Soc friends, trainee vicar, mother and boss are all going to be there. This does not bode well...

I am itching all over today. Lying in bed last night I heard the high-pitched whine mosquitoes make, then, worse, heard it suddenly stop, which means the little bastard has found flesh, namely mine. I hope it's highly allergic to B positve blood.