Tuesday, April 08, 2025

Jaybird, physio and collab.

1. I hear a cry like a child's -- but from the top of a tree. A jay with a beak full of grass wisps and blue flashes on her wings looks back at me. 

2. The physio asks gently about absolutely everything from dreams to diet to doorframes to trouser cuffs. Sitting on the bench, size 9 trainers dangling, he unfurls a little.

3. The lamb stew was made by me -- but Nick made the dumplings floating on the top.

Not forever, mauve skin and at sunset.

1. I'm having a busy few days as I work towards some deadlines, but I know it won't be forever, and I've got lots to look forwar...