Real Life

All morning (well, from 12 midday) fashioning a piece to go in the December edition of our local newsletter, The Trinity Spotlight. All about our little neighbourhood organisation: our aims, achievements (ha, that’s short), and upcoming schtuff like the AGM. I then make the mistake of sending it round the committee. 
Much later, a film. The Painter and the Thief. Five minutes in, I was quite spellbound by the acting. That’s excellent, I whispered, totally believable somehow, the awkward halting dialogue. She looked at me. I looked back. Oh, it’s a documentary...