Back to Bristol

I’m back in bristol. I’m on a mattress on a friends floor, it is sunny in the garden outside the window. Noone is up yet.

I’m going back to my old studio, to the Open Studios at Spike Island.

I’m nervous and excited to see a lot of people at once who I used to see every day and haven’t seen now for at least a couple of years. There may be some of that ‘you never call you never write’ nonsense, but that isn’t why I’m nervous. Will I have been missed? Or not missed? Will I react in the right way to either terrifying sceneario?- sometimes my reactions go a bit wonky and I only realise days afterwards.

I expect I will explosively hug someone I hardly knew and nod casually at my best friends. Yes. That’s what I’ll do.
Excellent.