Thursday, February 04, 2010

Send, blue smoke and turning off lights.

1. With great satisfaction I press send on the email carrying my work.

2. The wardens are at work on the Common. The smoke from their bonfire is so blue among the grey February mist.

3. I leave the flat lit up like a cruiseliner for the benefit of the viewer who is coming round shortly. Afternoon viewers always mutter about the lack of light. When I get back three quarters of an hour later, the estate agent has been round and turned off all the lights again.

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