This was not an auspicious start, all told.
Daughter has badly sprained her ankle, but we wanted to be sure it wasn’t broken in a country where at least one of us spoke the language, so a minor diversion was worth the couple of hours to accommodate. Then it was the same time again to hit Switzerland, where the kids got to understand that not all of Europe is the same financially (40 quid for 2 burgers, a quid to go to the bathroom) before we hacked it up the Alps. I’m not one normally to be staggered by road trips, but the pictures I have are frankly mesmerising. Gimme a day here to sort my shit out, and I’ll upload a bunch to Flickr.
Italy was as bonkers road-wise as everybody told us it would be, and we made it Genoa as the sun went down, to a hotel which was early 20th Century splendour incarnate (even down to a classic glass elevator in the middle of the staircase). I wish now I’d taken pictures, but Tuesday was utterly exhausting. In fact, the journey down was one of the most mentally taxing experiences for a while, added to the physical exhaustion of the Ride London 46, and by Tuesday night the plot had been summarily lost.
As it transpired, things were only going to get more stupid on Wednesday.
SPECTRE’s on its way from Amazon. I have Episode 1 of ‘The Night Manager’ on the Sky box. This week it is all about blondes, and reviewing stuff that (in at least the former’s case) I’ve just not wanted to think about that much since release. You see, I’m already guessing that the adaptation of Le Carre’s novel is going to press all the right buttons that Mendes’ ‘homage’ to Bond’s Past will not. I’m just confident that a six part BBC series that changes a key male role in a book to that of a pregnant woman’s got the modern sensibilities covered right out of the gate. My husband may malign me for being ‘right on’ quite possibly a bit too often than he feels comfortable with, but it isn’t like diversity and representation began being a problem yesterday. Needless to say, both will get a proper assessment, because one of the overriding advantages of me being able to use words better is that this is now possible. I can string coherent sentences together when it matters.
This is probably more of a blessing than I yet realise.
The next couple of months has the potential to be a living hell (looking at you, politics both at home and abroad) and I suspect quite a lot of time might be lost in displacement activity to avoid having to think about serious questions. I already know what I’m voting in the EU Referendum, and if you think I’m an idiot for wanting to stay IN? Well, good luck with that. The prospect of leaving the EU and having Donald Trump in power by the end of 2016 really is enough to make me want to move to France and never return. However, we have no idea of what the year will bring, so living each day as it comes is all I have to remain sane. That means exercise, writing, and probably not watching that much news. Basically this is little or no different from what I’m doing right now, all told, so it shouldn’t be a stretch. Basically, it’ll be exactly the same except with more reviews.
Yup, I can live with that.