Julia on the threshold
Work frustrating all day, with an increasingly crushing headache. Discovered at five o'clock that we had been pursuing all the wrong avenues and had to stay late to rework them. Finally left work to meet Bob at his sister Julia Monteiro's opening of her art exhibition at the Waterloo Gallery, near the Old Vic Theatre. Just before leaving heard that Sprinkles had been in a car crash but was fortunately unharmed.
Arrived at the gallery in time to help with the tidying up. I liked Julia's work a lot, and in a Niles and Frazier Crane moment with Bob, decided it had an intriguingly liminal quality: that it was about thresholds. See for yourself with some of the work on Julia Monteiro's site here. Her star is in the ascendant and has more exhibitions coming up. It's great to see.
Nice to see Julia. I'd not seen her for about nine years, since Bob got married, and before she started painting. We lurched into a nearby Italian restaurant and swapped our life stories for the last nine years, but there's only so much you can say in an hour or so.
As we all had trains to catch, rushed off to Waterloo. After saying goodbye to Bob and Julia things started to suck again badly. The trains in chaos, no information in the entire station and all the boards blank. Spent the next two and a quarter hours travelling back and forth seething with rage after someone had committed suicide on the track somewhere. After taking 5 trains, I finally arrived at Brighton at 12:30 and straight to bed.
Bring on my three days a week.
Work frustrating all day, with an increasingly crushing headache. Discovered at five o'clock that we had been pursuing all the wrong avenues and had to stay late to rework them. Finally left work to meet Bob at his sister Julia Monteiro's opening of her art exhibition at the Waterloo Gallery, near the Old Vic Theatre. Just before leaving heard that Sprinkles had been in a car crash but was fortunately unharmed.
Arrived at the gallery in time to help with the tidying up. I liked Julia's work a lot, and in a Niles and Frazier Crane moment with Bob, decided it had an intriguingly liminal quality: that it was about thresholds. See for yourself with some of the work on Julia Monteiro's site here. Her star is in the ascendant and has more exhibitions coming up. It's great to see.
Nice to see Julia. I'd not seen her for about nine years, since Bob got married, and before she started painting. We lurched into a nearby Italian restaurant and swapped our life stories for the last nine years, but there's only so much you can say in an hour or so.
As we all had trains to catch, rushed off to Waterloo. After saying goodbye to Bob and Julia things started to suck again badly. The trains in chaos, no information in the entire station and all the boards blank. Spent the next two and a quarter hours travelling back and forth seething with rage after someone had committed suicide on the track somewhere. After taking 5 trains, I finally arrived at Brighton at 12:30 and straight to bed.
Bring on my three days a week.
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