Friday, May 22, 2009

Where we live now, box of books and glad I did.

1. At the bus stop he tells me that last summer they had a small swimming pool in their garden, and a waterslide. 'It was full of kids. My children's friends came, and they brought their friends.' He tells me that he's moved to a new street this summer. 'Everyone says it's a bit rough, but it's fine. So long as you say "All right mate" when you see them, don't ignore them as you go past, it's fine. They'll give you a hand with anything, and don't expect nothing for it, either.'

2. I like picking up a couple of books from the bookshop. One is the lovely Homemade: Gorgeous Things to Make with Love. It's clothbound in gorgous aquamarine, and heavy with thick, satisfying pages.

3. Nick comes home, and a great wave of aching tiredness crashes down on me. I can hardly bear to go to art. But as always, when I look at what I've done, I'm glad that I took the risk.