Lately i have been seeing things.
I have been writing somewhere else. Or have i?
The life of running et al has commenced, I haven’t.
But i have started running. I look back here and see and then think about.
That i had started and still i am running but maybe i will have stopped.
But lets hope not.
I have found a great new gallery that i have posted to my facebook message inbox to remind me as my computer let go. Exploded and crashed into the smoke of death, last week. I did it on my mums. Where am i typing this from? It’s not an internet cafe, or a Travelodge or a Hilton or a Sumptuous independent boutique. Our Kitchen is being destroyed also, i’ve requested the marble for some backdrop to my paints. Its Salmon and grey with some other colour. Our pepper mill looks like a dildo. And my mums friends yellow bag looks like a face. We have some apricot flowers on the table. I can see their reflection in something shiny. My jobs for today include painting and visiting a cash machine. That isn’t it. The evenings are obsolete. But i will run till they are solete.
Right i have a job to do.
See you soon Treacle x
