Exactly six months since I last wrote, and a lot has passed. A lot of
hard slog, a lot of lessons learned, both practical and emotional. Most
of the work I have been doing has been with drills and hammers and bags
of rubble, as I press on with making a home and garden from the bare
plastered walls and rectangle of brown earth I moved into at the
beginning of the year. And there has been much progress, and many tears,
and laughing and happiness too. So, most of my 'creative' work has
looked like this...
...but some of it has been more like the picture at the top, as I gradually find time and energy to dig out paintbrushes and concentrate for a few minutes on less practical expressions of creativity. Although most of my artwork is still getting done at the kitchen table with a five-year-old...
...or should I say a five-and-a-half-year-old. Because that's how I know it's exactly six months since I last wrote anything...