The end of the day brings Yoga, red wine, Fela Kuti and some time with Pablo Neruda. I mean kapow to all those lovely things. I spent the day catching up with washing and other jobs. J and I went over to MAC and wondered around the new exhibition of local artists from art schools. There was a really great video with Afro hair and a sculpture that was also made from hair which looked like a mushroom cloud. I fell in love with some altered chairs which have been modified using only themselves, they became creature-esque, go and see it. We had some food at the Mac and spent the time watching people talking around us and the change in light on the trees through the rectangular Windows. It was very magical. The birds were flying in great sky circles. We wished we'd had our sketchbooks!
J and I played hide and seek in home sense which was absolutely hilarious. She kept calling me, stalker-like and telling me co-ordinates to her location. Mostly I enjoyed talking to her about her week at school and what had been going on in her world. we had to do some shopping on the way home. It was very busy. We didn't enjoy this, but made our best efforts to find joy by singing spice girls and throwing our best shapes across the car park non the less. Today was quite ordinary, but full of lovely conversations. My favourite quote of the day (whilst singing in the car) "that's my jam (and crackers) man". I guess it was one of those 'you had to be there moments'. We were there and it was very very good. #talkingisneveroverrated
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