Tired

So tired! Dad been in hospital for an operation on his bladder. Come out fine, in fact he says he's felt better than he has for the last three years. It was very upseting seeing him in a bed with tubes and wires attached though. That's not my dad- he doesn't get poorly, he's indestructable! Me and mum both cried when we got home. Going on holiday next week, a cottage in thirsk with a pool and nothing else, no people, no hassle, heaven.

A message

What can I say, you gave me the best advice, to take a deep breath then carry on. Life is short and precious though, you don't get another chance at happiness, joy, love, experience, lust, we're only human. ( Ok, I've had a couple of glasses of vino as I type this which may be obvious..) I think about it every single day, it haunts me in both good and bad ways. I have memories that I will carry forever, however brief, burned into my heart, really deep intense ones. Ok ,that's shit advice!!! Sorry.!

Point and shoot

I really have finally run out of both trust and respect for the general public. At least the ones that visit our sites of heritage for pleasure, in order to fucking moan, complain and fill in forms because we don't lick their unworthy boots for working weekends away from our families giving all in friendliness and welcome and listening to their purile pointless nit-picking shit comments from their empty headed skulls coz they didnt get value for money from spending non pence on hours of culture that they can't percieve.

Yes I have had a bad few days and a few really good ones. Last weekend was Lincoln Castle, making pottery for 2000 people. It is not for the faint hearted, especially when the punch and judy man invades my marquee with his P.A. and performs at top volume as I try to demonstrate.

But I did generally have nice, nice people, lots of families, two or three exceptionally nice ones which I photographed...