The studio is cold and bright today. I feel fuzzy in the head. The skip has gone and I still seem to be surrounded by a deep litter of clothes and embroidery thread, Haiti auction letters, brown tape, hot chocolate mugs, books that half interest me, and the mouses bed.
coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrolls
cresssandwidgespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater
Sooty bird has a girlfriend and I realise that his last two mates were boyfriends. Snowybird sits still on the top rung of the ladder and fades into the whitewashed wall. Sootybird has been plumping up the cushions in his nest.
The Pig (cat) has gone quiet, fat and depressed.
The lavatory has blocked again. Every time I come back, the water is rising and the tank is dripping.
An old student told me he was on the toilet when the bomb dropped and smashed the school windows out. I blame him for the blockage.
