I’m sorry I’ve not been blog-reading much lately… it’s because I was spending time in Apophysis and Photoshop again! Those projects take up a huge amount of my attention, but things go in cycles… before you know it, I’ll be having a break and catching up with the blogs again.
For now, here are some random snippets from my ‘private journal’. I’ll just stick a pin in it here and there, and we’ll see what comes up. 
Yesterday I asked Mum if Bella was the same as she was before, or if she had changed at all since going into hospital. Mum said with a broad grin: “oh, the same, definitely! Cantankerous.”
Moral of the story: your friends prefer you to be as cantankerous as you ever were… it’s a good sign, meaning you’re full of life.
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It was so windy today it almost whipped away my washing, but I used dozens of pegs and brought them in again at night. The peg bag blew away three or four times while I was hanging the stuff out — went halfway across the lawn, scattering pegs everywhere. Eventually I had to lay it at my feet.
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Kept thinking I heard a humming spaceship this morning (the way the engine fades in and out)… then by pure chance I caught sight of a bright blue tractor through the trees. It was mowing the grass on the hill. The ‘fading in and out’ sound is from the way it circles round. I started to tell Mum about my discovery, but as soon as I described the sound, she knew what it was. I was quite annoyed at having my story spoiled! But it reminds me how others are more aware of what goes on around them, and are less mystified by certain sounds.
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Saw a bit of the Antique Roadshow — they had Sindy dolls and clothes. Mum said “you and E didn’t like dolls, but you were very keen on our friends’ Sindy collection. It was a great collection!”
It was permanently laid out on the playroom floor, and I always made hotfoot for it when we visited. I was smiling in memory, and said we liked it because it was an entire world on its own. E had a Sindy at home, and I had Patch and Ken. Sometimes we had friends playing with us, and nobody wanted to play with Ken… that was like drawing the short straw. I said to Mum it was as though we felt a man’s life was no life at all.
