20.51 pm ( sat on the sofa with Syd singing beside me and Naoise is making christmas cards)
This moment is close to being a moment of joy. I don’t want to talk to this screen. I don’t want to tell you about eating sour milk poured on cereal. I don’t want to tell you about getting stressed out about looking after my elderly friend. I do want to tell you that I have completed the commission for my friend. I managed to digitise the first five images, and I think they look totally beautiful and blue and small not big.
Mum I want you and me to make a card together.
Mother demands. This is meaningless when my children want my attention. Better to mother now than regret not acting on the moment. Art can wait.
Syd sings Heavy weather, heavy weather