2 hours in The Cafe and it was done. 2 cups of tea and warm apple cake drowned in custard did the trick for me. I normally don’t think about it that much any more, but I did yesterday: it feels good that my first script actually got written in The Cafe from The Girl In The Cafe.
Talking about The Girl In The Cafe, I am sad. When I came home from holiday, both DVD’s had disappeared from the face of the earth. But fear not, I just reread this, and I’ll keep singing and will reboot the project again again, and send out the DVD to the next persons waiting tomorrow.
Something else happened after I came home from holiday. My office had moved to another location. We moved from a shabby office in South Croydon, to the NLA tower, a top notch location on the 18th(!) floor in East Croydon. Not only does this save me 10 minutes travelling time, from my desk I can see the Millennium Dome, The London Eye, Canary Wharf, Wembley Stadium, Crystal Park, and check who is leading the game in Selhurst Park. I don’t know why they did it, but they managed to give the biggest day dreamer the best place, right by the window. It is hard not to get tempted to look out and enjoy this amazing view.
My script has emptied my head for proper writing, but there are still some train stories to tell. They will come at some point. As will the pictures.