Sophie Lee's Blog
Hi,

So, earlier this year my family and I pulled up stumps and made the big move from sunny Australia to what is today a frosty, Brexit-y London. To date, pitfalls, hazards, wardrobe malfunctions, bust- ups and blow-outs have outnumbered the one or two small victories but I remain optimistic. I don’t think I could ever have anticipated just how challenging it would be to restart life in a new and unfamiliar environment, but can promise you will hear more about it through my regular blogs.

As I sit at a desk in what my three children call Homework Jail, it’s all glimpses of scaffolding and plastic wrapped building sites, flaming red and orange leaves and the habitual darting of squirrels overlaid with a soundtrack of jets and sirens, the bang and clatter of building and rebuilding (‘ like giants moving furniture’ I say to anyone who can hear me) and the squawking of kids from one of the eight or so schools on this street alone. For this I traded the Pacific Ocean, early morning swims and south-easterly breezes?

Anyway, it is from this new and bracing atmosphere of conker battles and frequent trips to Tesco’s pastry shelf for reviving cinnamon buns, that I write to you with news and advice for anyone daft enough to consider uprooting their family and moving to the other side of the world.

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Thank you!
Talk to you soon.

Sophie
  1. 17 August 2011

     

     

    These days I’m generally consumed by quotidian pursuits, like instructing the very young in the art of mandarin peeling, (‘stick your thumb in the top. It won’t bite’). Or sending out wrong emails to people, reminding them to attend  unscheduled events.

     

    In fact it’s so long ago I did something inspired I can’t actually remember. So when I last showed up yesterday, sporting a hint of lippy and clutching the well-worn pages of a scene it felt like a rapid left turn from the mundane and straight into a fun park.

     

    The screen test, plucked as it was from the pages of a brilliant script and adapted in turn from an enduring classic, contained the most powerful subject matter you could or would ever hope to lay hands on. And there was further room for warm fuzziness. The casting director for this particular motion picture had [...]


  2. 26 July 2011

    I promised that come the end of July I’d be a regular blogger. That is not to promise I’d  have anything fascinating to report. I fancied I’d wax lyrical about how my memory is not the reliable beauty it once was- spewing forth lines of dialogues at will, along with complete cast lists and a variety of little used words I had been collecting over the years like tiny ceramic ornaments. (Now I have the Dictionary App that presents me with the word of the day at 6am every morning, therein removing the need for me to collect these oddities any longer).

    Well, here we are, August almost upon us, and I can, as usual, give a litany of excuses for my tardy blogger status. These include the deluge that pounded the crap out of Sydney’s coastal region that gave rise to a desperate need for me to lie in [...]


  3. 27 June 2011

    So… feel free to read this while I cook up another post.