Thursday, August 11, 2011

My cake, venison and Spencer.

1. I buy a sticky chocolate cake to console myself, and take it home to eat while I'm feeding Alec. He's not as occupied as I thought, and he steals the last mouthful. With one hand holding him and the other covered in chocolate, there's nothing I can do, and he smirks at me over his sticky chops.

2. Alec tries venison for the first time -- and he seems to like it, pureed with a few carrots and some quinoa. I have the same -- but not pureed. I'm glad it met with approval, because I'm fond of game.

3. We watch a documentary which covers the work of Stanley Spencer. The presenter comments that Spencer's work is all about joy, which is not in fashion at the moment. This strikes me as a telling remark about the times, and about fashion. I hope joy comes back in during my lifetime.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...