Breakfast
Re-watching last week's episode of And Just Like That in bed with coffee, I catch a phrase that I knew I'd missed the first time around. At a benefit for Lily's school, Carrie and Miranda are chatting when all of a sudden Miranda realises that Che is performing on stage. Che, who had euphoric sex with her in Carrie's kitchen whilst Carrie was in bed asleep (and then not) after having a hip operation, who then embarrassingly ghosts her DM like the fuccboi we're learning that they are. Miranda runs off towards the stage, towards her newly discovered queerness, leaving Carrie awkward and cranky at her table: 'The cheese stands alone'. 'And Just Like That... The Cheese Stands Alone' I joke to myself out loud. Just brilliant, a whole new phrase, I'll take it! On googling, I find this.
2nd Breakfast
A perfect anzac biscuit so large that it perfectly fills the side plate that it's served on. In the café meeting with R, the sun bounces in rapid gesture off cars as they pass outside the window making blue spots on my vision. I gulp down several cups of water to ward off a chance of migraine. After, I put my sunglasses on, it's a beautiful bright blue day. After watching her Vogue 73 Questions last week, I've been listening to Adele's 30, specifically 'I drink wine' (maybe because I'm not at the moment) which is a really droll and direct name for a song. It's also a really solid 'it's 2022, sort your shit out' anthem.
Lunch
I nip over to the Women's Library on my lunch break to see their Joan Eardley exhibition. Five distinct paintings line one wall of the large reading room and I take the chair in front of a feverish seascape similar to the one at the Hunterian. If she got word of an incoming storm, the painting's caption tells me, Eardley would jump on her scooter or a bus to rush back over to Catterline from Glasgow, zooming headlong into the tumult.
Second vegan sausage roll of the week (an omission from yesterday's entry, reader, forgive me) on my way back.
I'm normally a crisps gal but since I'm not been drinking this month I've been wildly craving sugar. I glug down a lukewarm orange juice that was recent to the fridge at Gregg's and put away a few chunks of Tony's Chocolonely that R offers me. Really regret that later on as can feel them curdling away in my stomach.
Dinner
Really thinking a lot about the importance of the lunch scenes in the old Sex and the City, but reckon that's for a whole new essay. Tonight, the women pull apart their lobsters and talk about blow jobs, then buy apology brownies, 'sorry I'm divorcing you'. We eat kohlrabi with tomatoes and basil plus aubergines and halloumi roasted with harissa with these vast flatbreads in a bag from World Foods.
Caitlin is a programmer and writer based in Glasgow. (@caitlinmerrettking)