Today has been one of those days in which, quite perversely, it seems to be my primary objective to escape from art. The tree root project would benefit from a bit of neglect, so that when I look at it again it comes as a surprise. There is another idea in the offing, but for some reason or another I’m not quite ready to address it yet.
So after a session of administrative tidying, and a tangle with the subjunctive mood in Italian, we have travelled down to Sheffield for a spot of child care because of a glitch in the regular provision for my small grandson. It’s been great fun, although I have to admit that getting up off the floor again is not quite as easy as it once was. There is nothing like a bathtime session followed by story telling to divert your attention from anything else.
I know that I will not be able to run very far, but it’s good while it is happening.