is happening next week and I’ve never had so much packing to do, past experience has taught me to travel light, live within my means but this time I wanted to break out of my regular cycle. It seems I subconciously thought that becoming a serial horder would help me grow some roots and stay in one place for a while… it hasn’t. Instead it’s made packing all the more stressful. Still I’ve very proud of myself, I’ve been ruthless with my stuff. I’ve freecycled a foot spa, some bamboo birdcages and soon a leg toner apparatus gym type thing, I also threw out roughly 30 book sculptures, I can always make more I suppose. There are 12 bin bags for the nice council bin men to take away and I just know there’s much much more to go out next week.

Right enough chit chat, I’m going to find more stuff to sling.

I was told I was rubbish at drawing and was also rubbish at poetry and now I do both, ha in yer face Barbara course tutor woman whose surname i’ve forgotten!