LUCY
I've been here for ten days now and it already feels like a second home. Though it won't be for much longer.
Because Norman has his eye on another and it's just about to come on the market. He's been hankering after it for ages. Partly because of its design but mostly for the privacy I think, as it's surrounded by woods.
This place is quite suburban and the neighbours are way too close for his comfort.
We bought another big-screen telly plus some other bits and bobs. And now his study is my home office too. Right now I'm planted in a chair, with both Eye and a keyboard on my lap.
The aircon and music are blasting out, hell for leather.
Norman flew out to L.A the day after I arrived.
A whirlwind round trip so he could do 'The Talking Dead', a kind of after-episode talk show. The first half of the latest series is currently being aired.
He wasn't scheduled to appear. But explained it'd be the best way to just get our news out there once and for all. Say his piece and be done with it. Then no other interviews regarding our impending nuptials.
Sasha connected to our chat channel when it started and we watched it together. Both crying our boxes off once he started speaking about me....us. The fine line between actor, celeb and private person. Our privacy. How he hopes his fans will respect it....and me.
His words and the sound of love in his voice? I was more than overwhelmed.
I printed a photo of my puckered lips and lay it on his pillow. So he'd see it when he came into our bedroom around three AM.
Shortly afterwards, I gave him the real thing.
*
Georgia is suffering through the third day of a stinking hot Indian summer.
I'd hastily packed for late autumn weather but luckily had left enough summery clothes here on my last stay.
Poor Norman ☹️
If only we had this weather last week, when he was filming a load of night scenes.
Would've been a lot more comfortable than what he's had to deal with over the long days since. Basically being out in the full sun and steamy heat for most of the time.
It's normally dark by the time he walks in the door. And even though he's had a shower in his trailer....he's dripping and droopy. So he has another before eating and tumbling into bed.
I've honestly got no idea where he finds the energy to keep going with such a punishing schedule.
Two nights ago, I went into the guest bedroom that I'd used previously. Didn't want to disturb him by reading on my tablet.
But an hour later, just as I was just nodding off? He sleepily stumbled in. Scooped me up and carried me back.
"Can't sleep when you're not there with me" He mumbled before grabbing my arm and wrapping it around him.
He was out again in minutes.
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In another five days, Hurricane LaLa is due to touch down. He took the news of my engagement pretty well, considering. Must be mellowing?
Nup, I know better. Once an over-protective older brother? Always an excessively over-protective older brother.
I feel so sorry for my poor hubby-to-be. And I don't know how on earth I'll ever be able to make this one up to him.
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