Tuesday, February 09, 2016

I don't think there was a minute when it stopped raining today. The kind of weather that throws you back on your resources. Thus: bacon sandwiches for breakfast & sausage rolls for lunch. Comfort food. & in the afternoon a happy hour or two while the girls nap shredding bank papers dating back to my move across the Channel.

I'm also going back through a box of old notebooks wincing at the stale observations & flat phrases jotted down in - presumably - the heat of the moment. One small little pad contains notes from our first trip to Washington & New York: titles of paintings mostly & some vacuous entries on American manners (ordering bagels in breakfast joints, expressions, etc.). About the most interesting page contains the title of a Max Ernst collage/drawing which sends me off in search of the image & others of the same ilk.

Perhaps that alone justifies the mouldy scribble. Gists & piths ...

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It seems my crystal ball was not so grubby ... ... resisting the temptation to say "told you so".