Fever

Little Agu has returned to his Venetian Biennale period, providing installations when least expected. I had a kind of 'Tracey Emin has been in my room' moment when I retired last night.

Of course this is no less surreal than the nonsensical exploitation of bureaucracy in this town. I am frustrated again at the last hurdle, but I will sort it out.

As I wrote a rather cross message, the thunder rumbled overhead appropriately, but still no real rain.

To cheer me up, Little Agu made me a surprise paper chase accompanied by inspiring talk that lead to.... A cup of tea! Fantastic!

And Ben is shooting in and out with his long legs and long hugs. Oh my boys !