Helen McCookerybook

For some reason, Blogger's not uploading photographs at the moment.

This is a reminder-to-self to always make my own audio recording of Zoom calls in which agreements are made, because the link to the recording made by the other party won't turn up in your inbox.

It was tempting to have a line of gold thread around the inner margin, but as soon as the needle was threaded the thread started to snag and tangle; it basically opted itself out of the process.

No drawing tonight, I am weary.

Today, by rights, I should be charging around the village making up for all the not-walking that I haven't done for a week.

There was a festival in Denmark Street this avo and after a curry with Offsprog Two in Charlotte Street, I headed on down to Regent Sounds to hear Sean interviewing Terry about his 33 1/3 book on Madness' One Step Beyond album.

Downstairs, the kitchen and bathroom floors are being replaced; upstairs I'm working, editing the songs and working on the artwork for the cover.

I've begun to edit vocal contributions from people who came to see Joby and the Hooligans in Brighton in 1977.

O Northern Line!

This morning I woke up determined to manage everything a bit better.

Guess who dropped a box of ceramic floor tiles on their finger.

Today is very much working around the edges, because I've had to pack everything up for a bit.

All set up for an early start!

A poor pigeon was wedged next to the bin.

I lay awake last night thinking about things to come that I'd rather not think about.

I'll be playing an all-new set of songs, The Darkside Truth, about the early days of punk.

Years and years and years and years ago...

This is a small but perfectly formed exhibition of textile works by artists from the Bethlem Gallery.

Thank you Loud Women for 'seeing' me, or maybe that should be 'hearing' me.

Arfur, next door's barky dog (Arf!