9. 9th January 2025. Walls come tumbling down.

 It's a good job we're not superstitious.

Half eleven last night, me and Matty are having the final game of FIFA of the evening (manager career, third season in, Everton top of the league in January 2027, clear by 12 points, in the knockout stages of the Champions League, they should just give us the actual real world job now, we'd be boss) and there's this god almighty crash. 

It sounds at first as though someone somewhere outs9de has smashed into something, then a split second makes you realise it's upstairs.

J's in bed, went up before the end of the first half of the disappointing Liverpool game at Spurs (two disappointments on the run again, needs to not be a teen - match very much marred by Rodrigo Bentancur seemingly collapsing in mid air as he dived for a header in our penalty box. After that nothing really matters when it comes to results), so I thought J had fallen, knocked something over, Matty shouted up, I raced up. 

J's stood in the door of the bathroom staring at the floor, half asleep. And the mirror is everywhere. It's in the sink, on the soap, on the floor, splinters, shards, huge lethal looking glass everywhere. And I'm 'don't move, there's glass everywhere'. Then it's tidying and cleaning and hoovering, while J goes back to sleep. She'd been asleep, she'd heard the crash, woke terrified that she was going to find me collapsed on the bathroom floor, as soon as she realised that wasn't the case she just went straight back into sleep mode, relief, shock, exhaustion, all adrenalin gone. 

No idea how it happened. It just happened. Could have been worse.

But it's a good job we're not superstitious.

Great two hour coffee meeting with BM yesterday in Cafe Tabac. Think we have a story. Once I'm through writing this eight pager (which is clearly going to be 10 pages) on DD, and I've completed a 'festival edit' of MIH (and gone into rewrites for VT) then there's a one page pitch going to the theatre. I know the breadth of the story, I know the differences from GDPG (which is vital), I Know the songs. I just need to figure out how the songs fit in the narrative. Something different, telling a different story, making a different point. It's about reinvention, about becoming yourself.

Call from Tom this morning, thinks the interview's gone well. Filled us in on details of the current job which has given me an insight into what Debbie's job could be in DD.

Don't tell playwrights anything, we steal your life and use it.