Sketchbook premonition

A neighbour presented himself at my front door this afternoon with a doleful expression and a request for help with a computer problem. New wireless multifunction printer needed installing on his network. No big deal. Happy to help, with a proviso that I actually know a lot more about Macs than PCs.

Three fizzin' hours later I'd sorted his problem involving updated drivers, Epson support, incorrect passwords, numerous visits to network settings and a renewed determination never to buy a Windows PC. Jeez, life's too short.

Frazzed and hungry I fell asleep in front of Final Score.

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Scratching around for something worth blipping, this evening I opened an old sketchbook.

I found a sketch from 29th June 2006 which foretells of the Ai Weiwei Sunflower Seeds at Tate Modern. A Gauloises-smoking Frenchman walks his dog past the field of seeds.

In the distance, monumental granite blocks hover and slide, Tetris-like.

Music played its part in this. The top part was sketched while listening to Robert Simpson's 3rd Symphony and in the bottom part Eric Satie took over.

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PS. The neighbour called round again. This time with a bottle of wine. Thank you, sir. You're a gent.