The home office has been more of a cotching space than a hive of intellectual rigour this week. My youngest, full of carefree joy on reaching 16, created a diary of energetic entertainments including three hours rehearsing Lady Gaga's Paparazzi to a classical guitar accompaniment. She and her friend, Katie then headed to the South Bank and earned £12 busking. I am considering a career change...
The biggest challenge has been project-managing the new house - decisions around Build Over Notices, steels v wooden joists, a bracing correspondence with the Church Army over the party wall, several conversations with Brent's planning and building inspectorate about the bureaucratic process, and a decision during full rewiring that there should be TV points in every room and a wi-fi station under the stairs. It's taken hours out of every day.
But... That hasn't prevented development of the TV idea, which is starting to sing. My partner in this crime points out that it took five years for the Who Wants to be a Millionaire format took five years to perfect. Indeed, it started life as Cash Mountain . The truth is, ideas are easy: it's making them work - and finding the evidence to show how and why they'll work - that's difficult. That and the 'talent' as presenters are now known. So much of how a show develops rests on the person who's given studio control and the personalities chosen to sit alongside. Think about the recent One Show kerfuffle...
We sit there obsessing, seeking refuge in regular girly segues, comparing handbags or discussing irritating pets (hers). Thomas Edison's view that "Genius is one per cent inspiration and 99 per cent perspiration" often comes to mind with 'creativity' substituted for genius. The BBC has just posted up its requirements in the new commissioning round and we can see a number of slots where our show might fit. Fingers crossed.
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