Looking out from my desk through the french windows I could mistake the outlook for the Mediterranean. The sea and sky are a rich blue. The heat would be unremitting if it wasn't for a pleasant westerly breeze just enough to stop it feeling sticky and uncomfortable. I've been having one of those admin' days which I don't know about you but I always put off far too long. The irony is that I really quite enjoy admin when I get going - it's like ironing there's a comforting sense of acheivement when it's all done. Today is no exception - and I am enjoying the companionship of Cleo the puppy at my feet. Cleo has had a hectic few days since the arrival of Jacob in our lives. She has had two Newfoundland boys to play with. I felt today she needed a quieter day and a chance to re-group and have some growing-in-my-sleep time. As I write a bundle of fluffy balck fur is snoring at my feet. She is a wonder. I don't know how anyone ever again gets anything done when they have a baby - I am completely smitten and this is just a puppy!!!
Watched Britain's Got Talent last night - the final. I haven't been watching the series in any detail but I had heard of "SuBo". She's a bit of a national hero in Scotland. I was delighted that the dance group won - they were completely breath-taking and just right for the Royal Variety Show. Susan Boyle came second. There's something in her demeanour and her lack of awareness regarding the whole 'scene' she has got herself into which feels very uncomfortable to me. She looks like a rabbit in the headlights on stage when she isn't actually singing - her reactions are either very childlike or she seems to have no sense of where or what she should be doing. I honestly thought that when she heard her name read out the first time she genuinely thought she had won. If I didn't know better I would say she was on something. I wondered if she had been given something to calm her frazzled nerves. If she has been following the TV and tabloid gossip - she has every right to be frazzled. She has gone from nowhere to a household name in ten weeks - there is something unreal in that. Maybe she is caught in that sense of disbelief. The sad thing is that the British people are very fickle. They are voracious in their desire to get their next fix - Jade? Katie? I wonder if she is being supported to understand that she may have a very limited celebrity life span? I hope so - she seems vulnerable, fragile even to me.
Catching up with correspondence is also rather liberating. I am beginning to get a sense of next week's diary which helps me plan a better week. Yes, things are getting busier, but in a good way. I am doing things I have longed to do for years.