Yep: still got the ol' magic. Unfortunately, that magic is usually stale and smells like a box of Cocoa Puffs with a dead mouse at the bottom. * * * * * Made Mediterranean roast pork with roasted sweet potatoes in nuts and cranberries on Saturday night, but C only ate about half her plate. This was confusing, as C usually *loves* all pig-related products. What she did consume was three giant glasses of milk. About a litre and a half. Why is she so thirsty? I thought. And then I remembered the *sandwich* she made about forty minutes previous, and that it was washed down with two glasses of wine. Honestly, at times it's like having a teenager in the house: you have to impose a kitchen ban in the hours around mealtimes, and keep an eye on the amount of drinking going on. * * * * * Nice to sell some paintings and cigar-tin stories this weekend. As much as artists enjoy being surrounded by their work, it's much better to see it go out into the world, to have it in pe
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