Jeremy Deller

Son #2 and I did some errands, went to the library and a few shops and then sat on a seat made from a squashed car and watched a film made by Jeremy Deller whilst listening to this fabulous steel band.

Upstairs Son #2 posed under this work, entitled a good day for cyclists before being invited to make some prints of the very same work and another piece, which are now stuck on the fridge.

This all happened at the Bristol museum and art gallery, a fine, fine building you never get bored of visiting.

We had a good look at some stuffed birds on the insistence of Son #2. Fascinating but slightly unsettling.

Home to a cup of tea and another attempt to tidy the porch. Is it possible? Does anyone have a magic solution to this ongoing issue? Should I let it wash over me?

Son #1 is home from cub camp today. I've missed him a lot but, boy, has it been quiet!