I have come to various decisions about my future in the past week. I think they are good decisions. Of course, God laughs when we make plans.
Decision 1: I am applying to do a PGCE. I may not be accepted. I do not want to teach but I want the £150 a day action 'cos that is what supply teachers earn. Almost had a row with Bonnie on Monday. Some complaint about how underpaid they are, in her teaching periodical. She said they are underpaid. All I can say is, they wanna try typing for a living. Of course, I do realize this teaching thing may not work out. I loathe and detest kids and I don't care if they learn anything or not or what becomes of the brats. All I want to do is act but I have noticed that nearly ever actor I know spends some time teaching. If you are going to have to do this, you might as well have the qualification.
2. I am not selling Hackney House or at least not yet. Despite Bonnie thinking it's a good idea to sell it. I will let it out for a few more years. I can rent somewhere to live. Renting is cheaper in the North than it is in London. All my nesting instincts have gone now; I will be okay renting. I need a cat-friendly place.
3. The renting starts in the summer. I want to live nearer the Uni. All this travelling backwards and forwards at weekends is too much. Also, I did not really sign up to live with Ian and Bonnie is constantly annoyed at my standards of housework. As far as I'm concerned, I do loads of housework but she says it looks no different after I've done it; she thinks it might be my eyesight. Personally, I think she does it very spasmodically and makes an awful lot of fuss about it when she does do it. Durham is coming this weekend and, pound to a penny, the hoover and mop will not get an airing.
4. Exciting thing - Blue Eyes is taking me to see a psychic on Friday night. She's doing readings at a nearby pub and there is a buffet laid on and it sounds the perfect night out. We shall have to wait and see if the psychic's vision of my future fits in with the above.
