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13 Year Old son broke his foot in August and was off all sport. He was inventive with his crutches and used them to shoot me and demonstrate martial arts moves. As soon as he was able to take up Games at his new school, we got less than 24 hours notice of his ear operation for which we have waited about 4 years. So now, he is injured again and unable to do sports or games or anything much till after Christmas.
13 Year Old Son is a bit like Taz of Tazmania in the cartoon. He is fond of, and longs to try, Cage Fighting and Boxing. He likes Brainiac (the very brilliant and hands on science programme that really does explode cars and experiment with chemicals and such important problems such as Can You Walk On Custard? Turns out, just to let you know, that you can walk on custard, but you can't cycle on it.) and longs to do that. He loves Football and started American Football at school, and wants desparately to learn to play Rugby. You get the picture - he likes rough contact sports and daring explosive smelly dangerous ways to spend his time. Now, however, after his surgery, we know that he will never hear in his left ear, so he may decide to get a hearing aid. He will be the only Rugby Playing Cage Fighter, with an American Football background and a Qualification in Explosives and Smelliness that keeps stopping proceedings and saying "What? Can you repeat that?" and "Not the Ear! Not the Ear! Got a hearing aid! Hit the Nose, leave the Ear, Thanks." Wham.
- 20 October to 26 October 2010, A Graceful Death in Dublin.
- I have a painting short listed in a National Art Competition. See what happens to that by the end of October
- 13 Year Old Son becomes 14 in November. Oooh. A Cage Fighting Party I fear.
- Eileen and I have a Christmas Art Fair for one day in Arundel on November 28. You will be Summoned to it. Be ready.
- Application to fund A Graceful Death meetings in November, very hopeful about this. You never know.
- February 2011 AGD goes to Manchester
- Arty Man coming too, if all works out, to make an AGD film. He is a very gifted film maker and I think he is a talented fellow. Hope this film happens.
- A prospective showing of AGD in York, at a lovely teeny Stately Home. Hope this comes off. Probably for 2012, as I am so busy in 2011.
- I intend to try a painting in the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition
- I want to take AGD to the Edinburgh Festival
- Clarissa and I have plans to go to India for a few weeks
- November 2011 AGD goes to Birmingham for 4 weeks where I will be doing workshops during the exhibition with the talented Penny Hewlet, a wonderful poet. And, I hope, other workshops that are in the pipeline and are very unusual. All around Bereavement, Life, Death and Hope.
And did I say that I am getting a new kitchen? No? Well, I am. But I have not got round to dealing with that yet. Pity because the kitchen arrives alongside the Irish Men in their Car on Saturday. I am told, as I called B&Q, that as I am not ready with a builder yet, that I can refuse the delivery, and it will be taken back to the depot. "No!" I will cry on Saturday. "You cannot bring that kitchen in here! Can't you see I have Irish Men in the house? Take it away to the Depot and Let That Be A Lesson To You!" I have to be firm like this, because you can't cancel the order with less than 5 days notice to the kitchen deliverer people. It takes 5 days for B&Q to a) pick up the phone and say "Don't do the Bognor Delivery just yet pal" b) go in person to the depot and say "The Bognor Delivery? Not just yet, hold off for a while" c) send a telegram to the depot saying "You know the Bognor Delivery? They are not ready, don't do it" d) send an email saying "Bognor Delivery is Off on Saturday". What I have to do is accept that with less than 5 days notice, the delivery people can't understand No and have to come out anyway. So I make them take it back and that is fine, apparantly. They pay for the petrol, the time, the manpower, etc.
Now, you must get on with your busy day. I must go and wake up the Deaf Cage Fighting Son and give him some Food. Then I must invite Ireland to the A Graceful Death exhibition on the 21 Oct, and plan a feast worthy of the Two Nicest Men In Ireland for Saturday night. (And erect the barricades in case B&Q try and slip a kitchen in later on in the day when we are not looking).