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10.09am -12.00pm (sitting at my desk in the studio, Hebden Bridge) surprising item in the bagging area -Female voice, self service check out till I’ve just dropped Naoise off at school, I am in the supermarket feeling pleased with myself for being super organised and doing the shopping for tonights dinner . This way I
Inspired by the brilliant Story of Mum and a bog post that she shared by : When I walk. Walk in the wind, the rain, the sun, the ice, the snow, the fog, the nothing and just enjoy. Make sure I don’t take a smart phone with me and just enjoy the moment. Make time
11.50am ( sat on the sofa) Naoise and his friend bend over to pick daisies from a small clutch on top of the hill. He runs to me with his tiny bouquet of daisies. He hands them to me. I love being given flowers picked by my son. The weather is completely confused, El Nino
8.39pm ( sat on the sofa) Today will be lighter. Yesterday was the winter solstice. Today will be lighter because Syd has done his gig so won’t be hyper or stressed or excited anymore. Him and his band were really amazing. It was exciting to see them play and be in the crowd with all
3.22 am ( sitting on the sofa) Coat on its cold down here. Sleep broken by Syd sounding distressed in his sleep. He went to the toilet. My head hurts, too many different kinds of drink at the solstice party. Note to sleep must drink more adams ale than alcohol. Silent road. Silent washing machine.
12.32 am (midnight not today or tomorrow) Spray on snow decorating window panes. Reindeers pulling santa sleighs. Snowmen. Snowballs. No snow. No snow. Removing nits one by one from the nape of Naoise’s neck. They are foul, it is war. War on nits. The horrid things have irritated his skin and his head is full
20.05pm ( at the table) Phewwww I am tired. Cut my finger cleaning bits of broken china. I think I remember cutting my finger on the same pieces of broken china last time I did a spring clean. Open shelves in the kitchen are pretty to look at but the grease and the grime and
20.13pm ( sat on the sofa) Syd getting out of the shower. P playing chess with N, wish it was read a book, but I am not complaining, I actually have a free moment. I am writing this in secret. The washing machine chugs around. What to say? The walk in the fog was slow
14.07pm (sat on the sofa) Just spoke to mum and before that P. Mum sounded tired, she is having her home re-roofed and it does sound stressful, though I do struggle to identify with her sometimes. Everything always sounds like a chore. I kept saying but it will be much better when it is done.
9.15 am ( sat on the sofa in the front room) It all feels pointless. This seems pointless. I have toiled and laboured and maintained this project and now it is almost done, it feels disappointing and pointless. Yet if I have a day when I don’t manage to write I feel that I am
