The day started well with another peachy sunrise together with suggestions that Jose wanted the England job. The football season and countless matches could become all the more bearable with this potential appointment. Please God.
It was another splendid day and after the school run, I thrust Evan in the pram and took a ferocious walk at speed around the tangoing village to clear my head and set me up for the day with my hiking partner in crime (Lovely Lulu). I had given up calling Mike. I just didn’t have the time to dial the numerous digits to be told that I couldn’t be connected. Too time consuming and too annoying! It was a race against time. Trying to run a professional office and raise Dylan and Evan is forever challenging.
Dylan had experienced his first sleep over last night aged 3 and a half. All had run smoothly but I missed him more than words could say even though he was only just down the road. I don’t think Evan and I had spent a night just the two of us since I had given birth nine months ago in January,
My plans to check the master CDs and DVDs for our forthcoming releases were smashed to the ground by a series of phone calls to my alpha Female Blackberry. BBC’s flagship Saturday morning radio programme were very keen to speak with Mike from Base Camp. We had already failed with BBC Radio 2 and Janice Long so I was keen to make this a successful link up as I had previously worked with BBC Radio Wales’ producer on Snowdon Rocks n June. We exchanged phone numbers and I agreed to be on call should communication break down on Saturday morning.
Coast FM, North Wales’s premier radio programme called me next, frustrated as they had still been unable to speak with Mike on his satellite phone. They asked if I would be interviewed instead and so with Dylan and Evan in the background (being cared for by one of my trusty girl friends (Diolch Del) I took an impromptu interview about Mike and Everest which they planned to broadcast every hour tomorrow morning as a news item.
The Daily Post were chasing Mike’s daily blog and several other radio programmes and newspapers were trying to track Mike down. I felt seriously jaded after my daily sleep deprivation and could only try and inspire the press to keep calling the satellilte phone in the hope of a lucky communication break! Dylan and Evan were shattered too and by 7pm they were both out for the count.
Dylan was still convinced that Daddy was in New York playing a concert in the clouds for the poor children. He has been such a good boy and I’m sure Mike will notice a huge difference in his development once he returns. He’s quite the little man these days. How time flies.
My neighbour and tiara maker friend (handy if I ever get married again) (Hello Nic) came round to join me for a well-earned end of the week cerveza especial and by 11pm, I flopped into bed with the comforting knowledge that only a couple of hours of sleep lay ahead before the night shift beckoned. It was all fine though. The sunset in shades of chocolate orange made everything worth it. A splendid ending to a splendid day.