So the party is well and truly over. We got back to London on Monday, Mum and Max left last night and this has been the brutal shift in my reality:
I’m not expecting sympathy. I don’t deserve it (not least because I’m off to Reykjavik in three weeks time…)
But between now and then there’s still in excess of 300 emails to get through, 1000 words to write up on the Biennale for Artlink and my birthday this Sunday to contemplate.