Suddenly there is no more time for Grey’s Anatomy or the Wham! revival. The serialisation of To Hell in High Heels may happen as early as next week (after a dramatic bidding war between the Mail and the Sunday Times, as usual the Mail won), I am about to be interviewed on French national radio about French women as Two Lipsticks comes out here on March 17th and Leo thinks he’s a girl called Tinkerbell.
To the France-Inter interview first. This may sound significant but when you know it is going to be broadcast between five and six in the morning on Monday you realise that I am not yet what they call over here a “people”.
The Mail is very exciting – they say they are going to do a photo shoot. This time I am choosing my own dress, the last one they put me in made me look like a catalogue model.
And talking of dresses…..yes, Leo. He was last seen wearing a Cinderella nightie and Pocahontas wig. Rupert kept saying; “Repeat after me. I’m a boy, I’m a boy.” He sounded like Jack Lemmon in Some Like it Hot. To this instruction Leo squealed with delight and said “I’m a girl, I’m a girl.”
I am not too worried. I think it’s extremely healthy to just go with whatever flow happens to work for you at the time. He has spent most of his four-year life being either Spiderman or Peter Pan. This makes an interesting change.
I tried to calm Rupert down. “Fine,” he said, gently removing Leo’s black wig as he slept. “But I’m not going to his wedding.”
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008