It’s kind of helping in a weird way when there is an artist out there going through the same thing as we are. Putting images to my feelings.
Me and Woolly were just home last night. George was working and I needed the break after a shit day at work. When everyone else went for drinks I went home. Yep, I’ve become my own worst nightmare
But high fiving myself today. Soon out to meet Katta for a walk in Richmond Park before Lollo’s bday lunch in Petersham.
Next week will be hectic so making sure I get some nature in before.
Letters to my family 