sorry...
started the day by re-assembling two beds then dismantling ours and sanding off two different coloured coats of paint from it.
(in previous lives houses, it's been red and more recently dark brown).
now it's white
DTT for lunch with monica, at shoreditch house.
tried to buy this sign from POW on commercial street.
it was not for sale
returned to cold comfort farm where there is a chill wind blowing.
arnaud came to do some computer tweaking and ended his time here with a game of chess.
despite HUGE distractions from an over-excitable maximum, i called 'check-mate'.
tonight i sleep at the top of the house and might even christen the copper bath, finally.
for a photographer: a man who's all about pictures, i have an unpleasant amount of writing to do.
treatments and pitches for everything.
who would have known that to be a good photographer these days (or just to GET a photographic job) you have to be a good writer.
the better your writing the more chance you have of getting a photo assignment.
fucked twisted.
(you may have noticed i have a few problems with words).
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