The last few days

So a couple of days ago I went to visit the old school for a memorial service and came away with a stiff shoulder. Sensing something was not right, I asked myself what was going on. (I knew it was not training or work related) There was a distinct impression something was sat on my shoulder, black like a Gargoyle or worse. Perhaps I should have known better than go back to that place, after all it is as toxic as fuck. Walking up past the abbey gave me the chills as it was, it looks more grim and unpleasant than it ever did and as I said to another attendee, it has more lichen on the walls since the last time I visited. Now all of this may be the product of an overactive imagination and too many hours in the garden.

However I did not imagine the discomfort my shoulder was in, it felt like the time I dislocated it and worse. That black thing too. Hell knows what that was and hell probably does. The interesting bit was, that is after I had left the occasion and headed home via Silbury Hill in Wiltshire. When I got home I plonked myself down up here in the eyrie in my chair and a small globe I have on the shelf fell down for no good reason ( It is in a cradle) Which means it must have jumped somehow, how I do not know. But I do know the discomfort left me then.

Elsewhere the weather has been kind these last days and I have been pottering around the garden, fussing the children. (Cats) and generally minding my own business. Part of me wants to draw in more ways than just quick sketches of dubious subject matter on cheap sketch pads and backs of envelopes. I have long since forsaken the amount of unfinished work that has piled up downstairs, it has become stagnant and needs fresh inspiration though where that is coming from is anyone’s guess.

I saved myself the agony of posting the re-imaginings of scenes from WW2 they can wait ’til another day.