|crazy sky over Hammersmith last week|
|two very tired house guests|
Seeing Mum and Max last weekend was just the shot in the arm I needed. Familiarity and cuddles and family gossip and wedding talk ad nauseum. They're back next weekend and then I'm off for a week to play. I'm almost jumping out of my skin with anticipation. I'm all about the countdowns at the moment. Seven days until M&M are back, 10 days until my first dress fitting, 10 days to lose 2kg, 10 days until we go to Paris, 13 days until we go to San Sebastian and 11 weeks and six days until we fly home to Sydney. Some naysayers would warn against wishing time away. I'm not doing that. I like to think I'm compartmentalising my time to offset misery about the impending Great Cold and to manage and minimise the use of my latest work buzz word: "overwhelmed..." Yes, with the ellipses...
|Yarn bombing on the corner of Nelson St, Bristol.|
Before I headed back to London I went to check out Nelson St and the See No Evil project. In August this year Bristol City Council invited graffiti artists from around the world to come to Bristol and transform a pretty drab laneway with large scale murals as a way to draw tourists to the city otherwise known as the birthplace of Banksy. It was pretty cool actually. I did attempt to visit the Arnolfini but of course it was closed for installation so the closest I got was the cafe. It could have been worse I suppose.
|Nelson St, Bristol|
This weekend LB and I are working on overdue wedding homework - a questionnaire from our celebrant with no less than 15 questions about why we fell in love, what our plans are for the future, what we think marriage is etc etc. It's a pretty brilliant exercise to undertake actually but as is I imagine the point, it's not something you can do in a rush. I've been working on mine on and off for a few months now. LB started properly this week. Funnily enough nagging doesn't seem conducive to writing lists of what he loves about me but we have to have it done by the end of the weekend and LB's off to Baltimore next week anyway so he has no choice. I did tell him (albeit no doubt in an irritating, sing songy, know-it-all tone of voice) that it would take him longer than he thought so I'm not brave enough to go in there and ask how he's going. True love is knowing when to stay away sometimes.