I should try to remember not to email in photos whilst eating anzac biscuits. Which are delicious, by the way. I sent the wrong image. And there’s not a damned thing I can do about it, until I get home. In other news, tumblr sent me some stickers for Mabel’s and my meet up. Which is nice.
I just had a lovely couple, Pauline and Raggs, come by the studio. Raggs asked me if the painting I’m working on is taking me ‘on a bit of a journey’. It’s safe to say it is. A journey as fraught and hopeless as the trip home last night.
After the pub, at a very reasonable 11pm, we went to Victoria Station to get the train home.
Who knew that the 50 minute train journey would take us very very very slowly to Gatwick Airport, where it really is NO fun to hang out at midnight if you do not have a passport in your pocket, and that we would then get a train at 1.57am to the bus stop down the road for a long slow trip through Sussex’s finest country lanes, and that I finally hit the hay at a very unreasonable 3.30am.
See, this song. Little 16 year old me… about to spill out into that wild world. Sitting in a strange little student dorm all alone (with my cheese bap)… and thinking it might just work out okay after all.