Long Shot Looms into the Vacuum of A Solitary New Year’s Eve Afternoon
December 31, 2011 § 17 Comments
I am back from my mother’s house sans enfants for one night as Charlotte and her husband have adorably invited me for New Year’s Eve. Low key. Just a handful of mates, I think, and a simple supper. Can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.
In the quiet of the afternoon at home alone, whilst I await the evening with anticipation aplomb, I am unpacking and drinking my usual latte (bliss!) and feeling all heart-beat-y. It could be that it’s the start of a new year tomorrow, and all that that might hold hey ho but, no, let’s not get too optimistic, it’s probably just the coffee because my mother doesn’t live near a cafe so I have been deprived and two short shots have sent me all cardiovascular.
Yesterday an actor friend of Long Shot’s came to lunch at my mother’s house. She was wonderful. We had a snatched conversation about him which we intend to conclude on the telephone later today when she comes off stage, and before the evening celebrations begin.
So of course, in a vacuum with latte, I have begun thinking about him again.