Month: October 2020

I dreamt that Boris Johnson was the manager of a local Boots pharmacy. 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: A day for teaching and research at home. First, a spot…

There’s no such thing as landscape. Landscape is what we do to, and how we conceive, the soil, trees, hills, mountains, rivers, seas, clouds, sky, cities, towns, etc. A poor…

Sunday, October 25. With ‘TV Church’ and housework behind me, I headed onto the road for a run down Llanbadarn Road, through the cemetery, up Plasg Crug Avenue, returning home…

We’re now in the position of having to govern the Government. 7.00 am: From tomorrow, after the clocks go back, until the end of Winter, darkness will begin to prevail…

9.00 am: ‘What’s happened!’: The ‘area risk’ had been ‘level is LOW’. So, either there’d been an appalling spike in infections last night, or this is in anticipation of our…

7.15 am: 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Onto the streets, moving towards the School of Art to begin a day of third-year painting tutorials. The semester is flying by…

6.00 am: I put my feet on the bedroom floor following a dismal night’s sleep. I ‘potched’ around the studio until it was time for ablutions and breakfast. 8.00 am:…

8.00 am: A communion. A review of the day ahead. The next three were choc-o-bloc with tutorials and consultations. Work has been busier under Covid-19. The pastoral workload has increased…

There’re times when we must wage war upon our own hearts, in order to subdue its rebellion and waywardness. Saturday, October 17. 7.30 am: Proof of presence. 8.30 am: A…

8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: A few adjustments to next week’s commitments before scanning the landscape of today’s. First up, I uploaded the composition, that’ll be discussed during my…