Yesterday's post.

Written around 2:30 in the morning, so slightly scatterbrained, but what was meant for yesterday, and  it reflects the thoughts of yesterday.

It’s 2:33 am. My novel’s in a lamentable state; I haven’t touched it for days. I’ve stayed up because of the way the BBC’s The Hour just compels me to keep watching. I absorbed Episodes 2 and 3 today. Is that supposed to be the archetypal choice—Freddie or Hector? I’d of course choose Freddie, but I think Bel honestly would pick Hector. Freddie’s been around for years—why should anything happen now. But I shall attempt to watch Episode 4 tomorrow (or later this morning, as I suppose it really is.) I forgot to blog, so this will have to do for the 10^th. Today I read Before Lunch by Angela Thirkell, though I didn’t finish it till after lunch. It was quite good—hysterical at moments, and of course I adore Denis. It was odd for anyone to be in unrequited love though—well, at least, unrequited or doomed love that wasn’t purely amusing. Then I went for a walk to Dyce’s Head and thought about poetry and the Awakening and other much more stolid subjects. I must go to sleep earlier tomorrow. And write. And go for a long walk. And watch Episode 4 if possible since I must see my great love celebrate his birthday. He is so cute. I never was someone who had celebrity crushes, and now I have two tv-related ones. What is happening to me?