I am planning my party. I like planning. If only my nature were not so happy planning and terrified of actually doing. I balk at carrying anything through.

It's the same with writing. I'm good at letting ideas come, hearing dialogue, jumping to what's needed; but writing it down is agony.

Sigh!

Anyway. Pink and gold. How to make tissue paper pom poms. Grilled aubergine and courgette (that's eggplant and zuccini to many of you). These are the things the internet is helping me with today. Having said he couldn't get prosecco, Axel now claims he can. I have some spare cash for party things. I will use my silver cutlery (supplemented with some normal cutlery)which I pretty much just use once a year instead of spending money on waste and wooden forks. Plan plan.

Bodhi is off to his school disco in a couple hours. I managed to persuade him to wear something nice, not something crappy. Then he got engaged with how nice and manly he looks in his blue shirt and got interested in his hair. Bless him. He is going to be the loveliest teenager. He takes such delight in himself, I love it.

I bought raw food for the dog, having finally got it together to work out what to get. He won't eat it. Little fecker. Now I have to be grown up and let him get hungry enough to get over his fussiness. I have no idea what the issue is. It's full of things he likes! Beef and chicken mince, powdered seaweed, veg and coconut oil. It's exactly what he needs. Come on, Derry!