Monday

I am so worn out that I'm struggling to be motivated to write ...

Last Monday our morning walk took us pass the Clarawood Estate. It looked decidedly dodgy and I said that I'm sure it's been featured in The Tourist (Jamie Dornan) or Blue Lights. It looked like perfect, sinister film location setting.

Lo and Behold a film was being shot there today. I was on my own and ended up doing quite a detour; mainly because I was being curious.

Anyway, lots of pretend policemen were present, and an ambulance, lots of street wise teenagers and several other adult actors.

Someone told me the name of the production. It's for ITV and it's called either Mad something or Bad something. I can't recall.

We have done a lot today. Emptied the shed, finished some painting, been to the recycling place near Ormeau Park and ordered stair carpet.

We've been tidying up too. This evening , we went out for a very nice, over priced pizza in a wonderful, atmospheric Irish Brewhouse.

Florence is struggling. Physically, she's done very well but psychologically it's a bit shit.

I feel so guilty. I should be at home. Had things been different, we would stay here in Belfast longer but we have decided to book a ferry home.

Bad Mother. (Me, not the film.)