Wake up at 7.40am. Nearly 10 hours sleep - Hooray!
Plinther at 7am is Smont (Sarah). Her page says that she has been hoping and hoping for a place since before the project began and only just had got a place. She is reading beautifully to her nephew, from Winnie the Pooh. Towards the end, she becomes reflective and mentions that when the was asked on the audio interview what the experience meant for her, she was too emotional too answer. At that point I start crying. At last. I write to her.
A really beautiful autumn morning. Drive over to cottage. What a contrast. Complete silence except birdsong. Wonderful. I'm not going to drive back today, but stay overnight and start early on Monday.
Feel weepy, short tempered and other worldly. I'm calling it PPS Post Plinth Syndrome. It feels like the aftermath of shock, but expect it's to do with tiredness, adrenaline withdrawal and effort too. Elizabeth texts, to check up on me.
Neighbour Kaet has offered to give me lunch, which turns out to be just right. Am able to take her a huge bowl of raspberries and runner beans all freshly picked. As her broadband link is rubbish, she hasn't seen the film. I'm probably a plinth bore, but try not to be.
After delicious food, wander back to cottage A beautiful day, Sunday papers and rest.
Pat texts. A friend has seen the film and enjoyed it. But he wants to know if Judi Dench got out ok!!! Was I that convincing?
At 5pm decide to go to the SeaLife centre for their wifi, but it doesn't work. So go down to seafront. Spend two hours with the laptop on the LandRover. Dusk is wonderful and it's just a great place to be.
But I just can't get started on the blog. Strange. Friday and Saturday to write up. Spend time viewing plinthers and tweckling instead. Sue Hanisch rings. She had a doze on the M1 on her way up to Derby from Trafalgar Sq. Wouldn't like to think how many miles he did in only a few hours. Up and down the UK - amazing. But then she's an amazing woman. Google her name.
Receiving more wonderful messages. It's all feels a bit much really.
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