Bildungsroman

I'm currently a project manager. My job is to source materials and specialists, bring them together, and then get the best out of both sets. Because it's not my own project I'll admit to being concerned that I'm making the right choices and the job will come in on time and hopefully under budget. I like the word budget. I enjoy cutting my coat according to my cloth and always have. Debt? Nah, I'd rather wait thanks, deferred gratification. And so I've carefully checked goods and prices to make sure I get a good deal from both. My diary is quivering with dates and appointments. By the end of next week the last piece of the jigsaw should fall into place and then all will be revealed. It's a big responsibility for a country girl. I hope my employer will be pleased with everything.

I went to see Moonlight last night. Hugo stayed at home. After visiting his friend Griff near Eye and having lunch with Griff's owners he was plum tuckered out. We'd already been to Woodbridge and Ipswich that morning, and he hates being cooped up in the car for anything longer than the time it takes to switch on the engine. He barely lifted his head to watch me go. In fact he didn't, but he was still wearing his silicone protective collar. Moonlight: barely one person who had seen it had anything good to say about it, but my movie expert was the exception so I expected to like it. Ruth summed it up three quarters of the way through when she leaned towards me and whispered loudly, "When is it going to become the Best Film?". It didn't and it wasn't. I don't think it was even a particularly good film but it was captivating and touching and raw. Its messages were either too subtle or too self-conscious and clumsy for my taste, the moonlight tropes a bit heavy handed. But it was affecting and harsh and sweet in equal measures, a young boy's search for his identity in a tough fatherless world. And it ended on an unlikely hopeful note. I was glad I'd seen it, my friend not.

This morning I woke up and thought, if it's 7am I'm getting up. I looked at the clock and it was 6.59. This is getting uncanny.