
hackney wick decimated
so preerdy now they cut the trees down.
today i spent another whole day concerning myself with that which is NOT photographic.
i'm SICK of thinking about houses, buildings and locations.
i feel sorry for estate agents and property developers.
i'm angry that having got my set-up, set up so right, that some dick with an a-level in town planning who didn't do his job right (and check not only was the perou-factory NOT derelict but that there was a family living in it legally under a certificate of lawfulness) could mess up our lives so much and interfere with the creative flow...man.
anyway, me and mrs.perou went looking round bits of kent.
the fact that it was sunny made it seem more attractive.
i like the word kent in the same way i think "clit eastwood's" a good name
z still has a temperature and now conjunctivitis too.
what nice birthday presents he's getting: he is 1 tomorrow.
i'm trying to give up sausages as well as cut back on the cider.
eating a lot of fishes now.
had wild salmon monday, tuna steaks yesterday and cod loins tonight.
and i'm drinking lots of water.
happy mum?