I sat down this morning with a determination to get cracking on curating my blog. After all, it should be quite easy as I’ve been going through my blog to format it for my book.

But where to start? So much overlap. What goes where?

So I went outside and cut the grass. I might do a spot of weeding as well, and there’s that large pile of laundry waiting to be ironed.

I’m not sure whether this is life imitating art, or my art imitating my life. Or whether there is even a distinction any more.