Art or rubbish

A late start today, after sleeping fitfully. Dreamed that I was with Red and Stevie Fish blipping in The Hub and that I had moved into a flat with Magpie*. Am i spending too lomg on blipfoto before bedtime.

I hope this is no where near Stewart's house.

A day of coffees, lunch, curry, wine, and wandering around the shops.

And isn't it great that the dis-enfrachised are being helped by these folk. If I were a refugee, homeless or an asylum seeker, I'd be delighted to have access to acupuncture, homeopathy, Feldenkrais, kinesiology, herbal medicine and fairy dust.




* apologies, there is NOTHING more boring than people talking about their dreams. Please forgive me