Just to prove that my fingers can still move across a keyboard, briefly…

As previously mentioned, I recently discovered that trainee midwives use knitted breasts as lactation training tools for new mothers and, being a knitter myself, I made some for the friend of The Kid who has bravely and selflessly begun such training. I made boobs of many hues, as diversity was the aim, but she also requested an amusing, distracting, weird one. That is how I came to use the search term ‘Topless Homer Simpson’ because how else is one to know the colour of his wife’s nipples? (I was sensible enough to not search for topless Marge Simpson because who knows what that would have produced!)

A friend and I sometimes swap artistic recommendations from (almost) opposite sides of the world. I think I get the better side of this deal as I have managed to find new favourite books, musicians and artists from our exchanges, but I recently sent some images from Edgar Martin, a Portuguese photographer whose work I first saw at an awards event in London. I don’t think these are typical of his work, but they really stood out as beautiful to me.

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Due to my imminent redundancy I put myself through the ordeal of buying a new (to me at least) car. It wasn’t quite as painful a process as I had imagined and now I am the proud owner of Hannibal the Volvo. The company car has been returned and Hannibal has been inducted into the family properly with the attachment of a suitable bumper sticker.

My puppy-sitting is on-going, but as it has been a couple of years since the Very Good Boy Toby-dog died I have got out of the habit of dog walker small talk. Replying to a “Hi” with “Yes, she is really energetic, if you take just one step closer you will end up with muddy paw prints all the way up to your face” still seems a little excessive to me…I’ll get back into it soon though.

And finally…another piece of ridiculous arty-fart because there’s no way I can have wood shavings available and not use them somehow.

I hope you and yours are all keeping well, masked and socially distant, but still sane.