Hello. My name is The Idiot Brain, apparently
(This was entirely accidental, but it seems terribly appropriate)
Here I am cutting the - if I say so myself and I do, having just eaten the leftovers - excellent Mary Berry sponge I brought along.
I really enjoyed Thursday night's event in Brussels Waterstones. There was an excellent discussion about which world or Belgian leader would look best rendered in cake (Didier Reynders = too grey, David Cameron = too pink, Justin Trudeau = too beautiful). Someone said "can I ask a personal question" sending me spiralling into terror and then asked something totally gentle and not searching. Quite a lot of people I know and adore were there, smiling at me encouragingly and I only talked myself into a dry mouthed corner once or twice.
If you are so inclined you can listen to a PODCAST of the Paris event, here. I have not been able to listen to more than twenty seconds because it turns out I still click my tongue as if attempting to echolocate when nervous and it's mortifying.
Since then I have been in a slump, mainly eating carbohydrates and catching up on Line of Duty. My current position - post-burrito sofa pythoning, catching up on the end of The People v OJ Simpson (my recording of which came with a tantalising glimpse of something I believe is called An Island Parish about Shetland, the minute or two I saw featuring not only A CHICKEN RACE but a Shetland pony show, I must investigate closer) - looks unlikely to change any time soon.
Trip to the far-flung, high-pitched vet for expensive tortoise maintenance
Impending sequence of child/Belgian holidays putting paid to my all-important brooding in silence time
Bored of waking at 5am
Generally a maelstrom of conflicting unmanageable emotions and insecurities
Unsure what to do next, workwise
The delectable Eric Kayser bakery was supposed to open a branch nearby on Thursday but has STILL not opened
Child turns 14 on Tuesday and I am fairly confident 14 was the actually WORST age for me, let's hope it's not hereditary
Dog is super extra whiny today for no apparent reason (hail trauma?).
Delicious custard doughnut
Apparently this is the last day of super shit weather for a while
Have decided I am allowed to have an additional treat in form of replacing my super expensive Portrait of a Lady body cream
Season 2 Kimmy Schmidt
Got a couple of really lovely emails/tweets from people who have read book
As per above (50% emotional maelstrom, 50% carbohydrate)