...HAPPY BIRTHDAY ....the sun shone on the morning of your birth and I waited in one of Billinge Hospital's reception areas reading an article in the Geographical magazine on Concord's restricted flightpaths over the Bristol Channel. Then the nurses called me in and asked me to wait at your Mum's bedside...they said you would be ages...but then you came, unexpectedly and with little prior notice...and then you were in the world.
I love you.
Dad
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Monday, 20 September 2010
3 to 9 months
When I get into bed at night I keep thinking I've been eating biscuits in it until I remember I'm just rolling in the grit, or the plaster, or well just whatever the hell it is that I've been knocking shit out of the house this week.
At the moment the bed isn't a bed, its a camping foam mattress on dirty floorboards covered in a duvet and to be honest, I've got quite used to it. The house is painful at the moment as its two floors completely plastered with bare floorboards with my bare ass lying on them. It was meant to be a 3 month project buts it's taken me 9 hard but worthy months to get this far.
Its amazing what you can do when you want to. At the moment im working the hardest ive ever worked, 7 days a week sometimes two stills shoots in day followed by the doc in the evening taking me into the very early hours.
Argh, sometimes I wish I'd worked this harder in my 20s instead of trying to find myself, why didn't I just look under the couch and get over what I found then buy a house at 25 and work hard instead of languishing and lacking confidence.
the times they are a changing
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