my son, what have i done?
DTT with mrs.perou and maximum.
which annoyed maximum as he was missing the spotty cakes at school (part of children in need day)
started showing maximum round the national portrait gallery: the colourful changing portrait of zaha hadid , mark quinn's frozen blood head and jason bell's exhibition of english ex-pats in NY before checking out this year's taylor wessling portrait awards finalists' show.
i wish i'd entered this year as my good friend harry borden was one of the judges.
but
WTF? is with the entry that won 2nd place???
i like a nice vagina as much as the next (straight) guy...but WOOOAAAAH!
and thanks for the lack of warnings: although maximum unusually didn't spend too long looking at this print.
i almost spat out my chewing gum.
vagazzling wouldn't be enough...maybe vaginal rejuvination?
looks like someone pulled the girl inside out.
i'm sorry.
but if you're going to flash it about you should expect some kind of critique, no?
i prefer not to publicise my wife's parts in the same way.
actually, i think this picture should have got first prize.
it is THE image that stands out of that show: i can't get it out of my mind....and i want to.
good on the NPG for having the 'balls' to hang it on a wall.
had lunch at ed's diner which was awful and expensive, except for my chocolate malt.
after lunch we drove over to harley street to see a consultant in neurodevelopmental paediatrics: the main reason for our day in london.
put simply, we've been wondering what's going on with maximum, watching him stress out about things over the last few years and realising there's more to it than 'normal'.
although we're waiting for the official report now, it's confirmed that he is somewhere on the autistic spectrum, and it's probably got something to do with aspergers.
now we know, we can start dealing with it.
after a 2hr consultation / observation, we stopped at 'forbidden planet' for some (more) lego star wars.
back to the farm in rush hour.
z said he's had a horrible day at school because he missed maximum so much.
he'd tried to get maximum a spotty cake but he was only allowed to take one home.
when maximum got back though there was still half a cake for him: z had carefully saved him half of his.
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