Nearly Over

*sung to the tune of the old Blue Riband ad*
"I've got those, can't get enough of those,
Residency blues.
An openendedresidency is what I always choose.
When..."
O Christ alive shut up Alex.

It's all over. Yesterday we had a lovely time cycling through the incredibly crowded streets of Cambridge. Annabel took to ringing her bell constantly such that she sounded like a Trumpton fire engine. But all was to no avail, none moved aside, our progress was very very slow. We visited Kettles Yard and saw there a strange piece of fiction about von Ribbentrop and Wallace Simpson. Next door in the Folk Museum Annabel was delighted to find a boot belonging to the Giant of Histon, unfortunately it had shrunk over the years and was less impressive than I had hoped. She was less impressed with the cordial served in the museum's shop as it had been mixed to a homeopathic formula.







(the giant's pipe?)

Later, while waiting for the evening event to begin we lazed in the weakening sun by the banks of the Cam. There in clumps were other dilatorians. A group of shaven headed youths with their dogs and womenfolk threw bottles, swore and urinated. Closer to us, for we had chosen our spot carefully, were two women sharing a bottle of wine and a rather subdued birthday party consisting of a group of eighteensomething women and a token male who would not sit down for fear of dirtying his jeans. All were on their phones.

Back at Aid & Abet the musicians had arrived and begun their set up. Part of the ritual seemed to involve sitting at Annabel's table cutting up her things (using scissors bought to cut my hair) and using some of her work for roaches. Both too scared to say anything we rushed off to find help.

Later still. The event seemed to be going well, though a little tardily. I was talking to C and D about how much I had enjoyed my time. One man poked his head into the room in which we sat, took one look at my film, said "oh no I'll get a headache" and left.






(my stuff)

Meanwhile one of Annabel's moths began to break free from it's pupa. Annabel was seen wandering from group to group with the twitching thing in the palm of her hand.





(Annabel at work)

We left soon after. The moths are in our basement. I have only to plan how to get everything home again.





(Annabel drew this on the way home.)

Now in our back garden I am about to get a haircut, it may hurt.