Monday, July 08, 2024

Freewriting, at the bus stop and boxes.

1. The ritual of freewriting at the start of a workshop. For me, it's like pushing open the door to a wonderful garden -- never quite know what I'm going to find.

2. From the crossing I can see two people waiting at the bus stop, which means there will be one along in a minute.

3. Aunt Sarah's boxes from Lush just keep on giving -- bubble bars, bath bombs, badges, a string of bright bears.

Wet, licking the bowl and homework.

1. Taking off my drenched trainers and socks. 2. I am not too thorough with the spatula, and once the pudding is in the oven, there's a ...