Without a leg to stand on

I stood on a chair to fix a light and the thing literally fell apart beneath me. Strangely spectacular. I might use the remains as found objects in an art installation; there is something curiously attractive in this heap of wood that once had integrity and aesthetic appeal.

The rest of the day was lovely (how could it be anything else with TSM) but uneventful (unless you count being poked in the cheek by a branch whilst cycling and getting hot and sweaty breaking up old palettes). There is a common theme, namely wood. Maybe I’ve upset the tree gods or something.

Lovely chat with The Girl Racer tonight.