Imagination

First job of the day was fixing a spot where we’re going to construct the Wendy house. Dug has got back with an acceptable quote, well for the first part of the excavations. Then boat work. 
And I see that Samantha Harvey won the Booker for Orbital (the SK has wasted no time in getting it over to our Kindles.. that’ll be read somewhere next spring then). 
I was amused to read that she had a wobble while writing it: “I can't do this, I'm not allowed to do this. Maybe that's a symptom of the age we live in, where truthfulness looms so large on fiction, the idea we should be writing about lived experience. There's a slight suspicion about making things up.”
Yes indeed, you can come a cropper just using your imagination, apparently. Just ask Jamie Oliver. But not Daniel Defoe.
Later, a film up at Everyman - Small Things Like These - a rarity in that I’d actually read the book. The other two liked it; I was less than impressed with Cillian Murphy’s mute performance. A guy that runs a coal-yard in an Irish town? I’d imagined someone quite different. I mean has Cillian actually ever run a coal-yard? Questions should be asked.