Last night I discovered I had made a fundamental error. As I attempted to move the blob from its basement home, I soon realised that although I had measured it carefully to fit its new penthouse accomodation in Haggerston, I had not taken into account the size of the door onto the stairs. It was not long before I had wedged it firmly in this opening. In retrospect it was probably a rather amusing sight to see me punching and kicking a large bubblewrapped blob with “Fragile” marked clearly all over it. Eventually I managed to squeeze it back into the studio, through a rear window, drag it over the brambles in the back garden and into the garage. I asked the driver to be very careful with it when he arrived this morning.
Meanwhile in my now much more spacious lair I am continuing to work on small treasures for the upcoming Monte Cristo chapters in London and Folkestone. This morning in the tradition of the Aeolian (sic?) harp I invented a wave powered music machine. Its sound was much improved once I had dropped it a couple of times.
