Thursday, April 03, 2008

Wake up, rain dots and forgotten works.

1. Nick wakes from a nightmare and I comfort him. I don't mean that it's beautiful for him to have nightmares, but I like being there to look after him.

2. I see rain dots on the ground that are rapidly turning into one big wet pavement and turn to go back for my umbrella. Then I remember that I have it in my bag.

3. Hunting for work samples to go on my website, I come across several pieces I'd forgotten about, and suddenly feel as if I've achieved more than I thought I had.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...