The seedling's home
Off to the smoke today for a couple more days working on MS. The agency I've been working for now has First Matie there, as well as Betsy and Matty Boy, so it is a bit of a home from home. I was partnered with Keith, the cheerful Welsh head of art, and we had quite a nice day working on fresh concepts. I broke off at lunchtime to go to Plum with Betsy, who is singing lots and is about to join a life drawing class at St Martins. Also bumped into Mike.
In the evening off to Strand on the Green to stay with First Matie. Her and Graeme's flat is also home to about 100 pots of various germinating tomatoes, squashes, and other assorted vegetables on widow sills and in bathrooms and so on. First Matie delighting in the first of the pumpkins, which had reared its surprisingly large leafed head.
Had a long overdue gossip with her over a plate of chili in the Bell and Crown, and then later we caught up with Matty who was in fine form, telling us about his trip to Antarctica with his father. He was also brandishing his iPhone which appears to be a red rag to First Matie, and providing a lengthy discourse on the virtues of Twitter. Aimee did the same thing to me the other night too. I am on Twitter, thanks to Mex talking to me about a year ago, but have been unable to find much of a use for it. However I should download the Tweet deck apparently. If only there was world enough and time.
A final cup of tea with First Matie listening to Wichita Lineman in the Glen Campbell and Cassandra Wilson versions, and replying to a note from Romy about bean jars before I repaired to bed feeling ridiculously guilty about Calliope who for the first time is all on her own tonight with a pile of dried cat food.
Off to the smoke today for a couple more days working on MS. The agency I've been working for now has First Matie there, as well as Betsy and Matty Boy, so it is a bit of a home from home. I was partnered with Keith, the cheerful Welsh head of art, and we had quite a nice day working on fresh concepts. I broke off at lunchtime to go to Plum with Betsy, who is singing lots and is about to join a life drawing class at St Martins. Also bumped into Mike.
In the evening off to Strand on the Green to stay with First Matie. Her and Graeme's flat is also home to about 100 pots of various germinating tomatoes, squashes, and other assorted vegetables on widow sills and in bathrooms and so on. First Matie delighting in the first of the pumpkins, which had reared its surprisingly large leafed head.
Had a long overdue gossip with her over a plate of chili in the Bell and Crown, and then later we caught up with Matty who was in fine form, telling us about his trip to Antarctica with his father. He was also brandishing his iPhone which appears to be a red rag to First Matie, and providing a lengthy discourse on the virtues of Twitter. Aimee did the same thing to me the other night too. I am on Twitter, thanks to Mex talking to me about a year ago, but have been unable to find much of a use for it. However I should download the Tweet deck apparently. If only there was world enough and time.
A final cup of tea with First Matie listening to Wichita Lineman in the Glen Campbell and Cassandra Wilson versions, and replying to a note from Romy about bean jars before I repaired to bed feeling ridiculously guilty about Calliope who for the first time is all on her own tonight with a pile of dried cat food.
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