I was staying at a friends house in the Alpes Maritime and in her delightful garden is a delapitated shed, you can almost see it breathing, my friend tied a rope around it and attached it to the smoking tree, which leans heavy with it's burden and gravity is pulling the shed down down down to the valley below. So I thought I would paint it before it dissapears.
The in laws have gone and we are left gasping for air, it is as if we have been hurled about the centre or a tornado for three weeks and then dumped ungraciously in a massive pile of mess and debris, now the storm is over and the sister has left, I am torn and week and not sure how to put myself together again. We are going to Berlin for my 50th and I am so full of pain and tiredness I do hope I enjoy it. Up until a few days ago I was excited about my birthday, but now I have been sucked dry, all I want to do is hide in a hole and sleep. OOOH la la la la.





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