We've kind of been on holiday, which is a bit rich for someone who is on holiday permanently, but we have had lots of time out and about together for the last couple of weeks. Some lovely times. At the minute though I am sitting with my feet up under these very pictures. Stephen Gill did them and they are blackberries, from Hackney, smashed with a hammer and preserved on paper. It must have been very therapeutic making them.
Apart from one bottle of blackberry vinegar, they are the only blackberries in the house. I'm fed up about that; that and having to go to the dentist tomorrow. And also that I have been engaging in diversionary activity all day instead of threading up the somewhat intimidating industrial Bernina sewing machine I bought yesterday from a friend.
Every now and there are minor explosions as the dried acanthus fires seeds around the room above my head. I feel a little under seige. Maybe I should just go to bed and leave it till tomorrow to write a proper post.