Today is my birthday and I’ve been feeling the love of family and friends. Texts, messages, a cooked breakfast, gifts, hugs, kisses, cake. What more could a man want?
The week has been disruptive. I was in Derry and there were a few days in which I’d be hard pressed to suggest that I was engaged in creative activity. I thought about stuff and wrote down a few ideas but, although I brought some art materials to the north west I didn’t get anything on paper. That was frustrating.
Anyway, that’s bound to happen occasionally so I’m not going to dwell on it. This is not a prison sentence.
Today, I was exploring some ideas with eggs. The idea of drilling holes in them came from something I saw on the internet …
The wrapping idea was a result of finding brown paper strips in the recycle bin …
And I’m not sure what this is …
