Date Sunday 19 February Time 2pm
My thoughts and reflections:
Still at Mum and Dad’s but they’re not coming back from Aunty Margaret’s in Scotland until late this evening, so I’ve got the whole house to myself: a bit of a step up from last time when I was relegated to the camp bed in the garage.
I’ve had to lie to Arrie about having a migraine today as she wanted me to come to lunch and she said the twins were desperate to see me again and I’d been a real hit with them but did I have any idea about why Ernie was suddenly afraid of the toilet?
I also had to lie about this evening because otherwise she’d try and meet Guy; I told her a couple of colleagues are coming down early so we can do prep work ahead of tomorrow’s shoot and, unfortunately, I’ll be tied up until late.
I’ve used Astrid’s own technique against her and warned her that if she tells anyone in the family I’m meeting Guy tonight, I’ll tell Arrie that as a surprise Mother’s Day treat, Astrid wants to babysit the boys to give Arrie a break, and spend the day with Mum.
Mum’s just texted and told me to make sure I put on the Archers omnibus because Mitzy likes to listen to it with her lunch and she heard I had a migraine and did I have visual disturbances?
I asked if Mitzy had been in touch with her directly, and she said, Don’t be ridiculous, Alice.
Arrie told me . Mum also said that Dad was worrying about my migraine because he didn’t warn me not to touch the home-made whisky that Alan from down the road gave us at Christmas; apparently Alan’s gone temporarily blind from it.
Even when they’re not in the house, they still manage to suffuse the environment with stress.
Only a couple of hours until I’m meant to be meeting Guy Carmichael at the Lamb.
Can’t quite get my head around the idea.
Last time I was here, I was fantasising about Guy and scrutinising Charlotte’s posts for evidence they were still shagging.
Fast forward six weeks and I’m about to check into the Lamb to spend a night with him.
That is clearly more than shagging – it’s moving towards relationship territory.
I have beaten Charlotte hands-down here.
The Guide has transformed my life. (Just wish I’d been clear about manifesting this success somewhere, anywhere, other than at Matthew Lloyd’s hotel.
And also can’t imagine what we would talk about when it’s not rushed.
Usually we have time limits and he’s working… )
Not sure whether to bath here and be in my new underwear already (in which case I’ve got nothing else to pull out the bag), or whether it would be better to lay the underwear out on the hotel bed like a kind of enticing preview and then bath there?
Think will do proper, useful bathing here (and the necessary hair maintenance – Guy has mentioned how grateful he is for the millennial approach to pubic hair and said that if he wanted to meet with an untamed bush, he’d still be servicing his wife) and then I can do seductive bathing and (unnecessary) underwear change there.
God, I’m nervous. Almost tempted to have some of Alan’s home-made whisky – bet it’s awesome.
I ask the Universe:
To please make sure Guy doesn’t turn up looking weird or wear one of those sleep mask things or decide tonight is the time to reveal he likes a gimp costume
To please, please help me out re Matthew…