Woken at ten past six this morning, by the phone ringing.
My first thought, which I think I said out loud, was What the fuck?
The immediate following thought, given I’d already been woken at 1.23, 2.46 and 5.43 was not the standard
laugh, cry, relate
What a morning, Amanda! You never cease to amaze me with your superhuman skills. And your ability to convey the madness that is your life into words on paper, or screen, as the case may be.
Long live the queen of madness!
Gah, stoopid o’clock.
I would have told them no, unless I could be interviewed in my front yard, in my jarmies, without make up or a brush having been near my hair.
Well done.