This week I was supposed to be in Marbella with Naomi and the kids, but my eight-year-old reacted badly to the lumbar puncture he had a few days before. He was throwing up for days afterwards and there was no way he could travel. So instead I had a week at home, and once my kid was starting to feel better, and I wasn’t having to empty sick buckets anymore, it was actually a fun week. It probably would have been an awful holiday anyway – we would almost certainly have been savaged by the monkeys in Gibraltar.
I finally finished Midnight’s Children, which I’ve been reading for months, both as an audiobook and paperback. It goes straight into my top ten favourite books – a rare thing now. It is so relentlessly inventive and brilliantly crafted I just know I’m going to be disappointed by everything I read for a while until I forget how good it was.
Naomi has been working on a commission for a group called Pornsaints, who get artists to paint pictures of pornstars as saints. So all week Atomic-Exotic, with her gold halo and bright red hair has greeted me from Naomi’s easel. I will miss this painting when Naomi sends it off for the exhibition in Austin, Texas.
My heel injury has kept me off training and running, which is driving me crazy. All week I’ve been stretching it, massaging it, soaking it in bowls of ice water. I’ve eaten so much ibuprofen, some days my heel is the only thing I can feel. I’m now going to explore alternative therapies, first, strapping my cat to my leg so that its purr can ultrasonically repair the torn ligament.
So instead of actual exercise, I’ve been doing virtual Jedi exercise on the PS2 Star Wars Lego game, which my five-year-old and I are blasting our way through together. This week, we completed about 10 levels, so many that the looped soundtrack still loops through my head at night when I go to sleep.
Oh, and I got some good work done on my novel. Right, must go find the cat.