i went to london for five days and had a marvellous time. so exciting to spend more time with creative types. especially ones who can get you free tickets for spectacular shows like la clique which i absolutely recommend to any of you in/going to london. i also saw some marvellously free live stand up and a storytelling evening hosted by josie long.
i went to museums and galleries: tate mod, darwin, hunterian pickled things in jars, john sloan's house. nice walks in the morning frosted sun and the afternoon rain.
and every day perfectly finished with watching masterchef on iplayer in bed. i'm so tragically addicted.

i read tracey emin's "strangeland" yesterday. it's an engrossing read, and definitely worth it if you're in any way interested in her. i also picked up a beautiful jenny holzer book in the tate, and i'm so excited to read the interviews and essays in it. she's so awesome to me, and i don't even know why. they have some of her inflammatory essays in the tate modern just now (and a lot of other places, i think. she seems to be in most modern art galleries i go to these days) and i shed a tear reading them. discreetly. not like the man in the corner of the room sobbing sobbing hard. i get so moved by men crying. but it's powerful stuff, i suppose.

i have had a craving to sew for the past few days, so today dug out a half-finished (maybe more like a quarter) tapestry of a polar bear that my mum can't finish because of her sore hands. it's so mindless and therapeutic. i'm so mindless just now actually. there are massive, devastating things happening in the world just now. i read headlines but am completely out of touch. it's rude but it is keeping me relatively sane.