Today is one I won’t forget.  I saved a life, my husband saw me cavorting with another man and our best man played “anonymous man”.

So rewind…I finished my day job and it was another gorgeous Edinburgh day, blue skies, sunshine and people with milk bottle legs happily roasting to a lobster pink. Perfect day to saunter down to Holyrood Palace, lay out and read my book. On the way however, a cyclist was clipped by a passing car and went over the handlebars landing on his head.  A quick look and I realised I was the only one there.  Shit!  I need to do something.  Just as I’m considering the reality TV shows that will undoubtedly guide me through this experience, I realise that the traffic that is coming round the corner will not see this guy in the road, so I jump out like a maniac and hope that we won’t both be killed.  It works.  Lots of beeps, but no impact.  Tom ( as I learned later) started to stir and in my best  “Casualty” voice I say, “don’t move!” He ignores me. I was hopeful as he looked ok, then he turned his head and it was gushing…all down his shirt, splattered over his face.  Oh God, I was out of my depth and started to feel queasy.  Thankfully some lovely and much more helpful people joined me and I could do the sensible job of calling the ambulance.  I think the ending is good…the ambulance came in minutes, a lovely American guy stemmed the blood and Tom was taken off to hospital.

After an eventual relaxing afternoon in the park, it was back to work.  My husband who had been in the US for 4 weeks was going to be in audience with our good friends Nick and Rachel. He has read every iteration of the play and has backed me all the way, but still, this was the first time he would see it in the flesh – as it were!  So picture this…the first time I see Silva after 4 weeks, is him in the audience, watching me with another man.  Nope, not awkward at all! And to crown it all off, our best man, Nick, played the cameo, “anonymous man”.

You just have to put it to one side though and focus on what you need to do.  I heard him laughing, I felt his stares, but I knew he was with me.  And then, it was over and he loved it. I’ve said before that this play means everything to me, but it also only exists at all because Silva believed in me.  He has always told me to write.  Said I could and should.  Thank you, I love you x

(PS, please shave your beard!)