Has been a strange day. It’s 4 years ago since I got a phone call saying James had fallen off his scooter and was on his way to Potenza in a helicopter. I had seen him that morning when he came to give me some advice on how to fix my wall. And I had only been inside for 10 minutes and was thinking about a very late lunch and a shower when the phone rang. 2 hours later I was lost in the hospital and that night I was in a friend’s house nearby. ( thanks to twitter actually.)
I was a bit restless today .
I’ve found that doing something to mark occasions like that is good for me. One year I painted flowers on the wall I had been building when I last saw him .
Now that ,that house has been sold it might well get painted over so I thought I might paint something on my wall here.
So I did.
It’s been a lovely day. Quite warm .
It was good to stroll up town for a coffee this morning. Then I read a bit more of Patti Smith’s book, Just Kids .
Didn’t do much else. Back to work properly tomorrow.
And I found this old photo of a portrait I did of James a long time ago.
Wine and Maigret now I think.