Dunno if it’s just jet lag or the stresses of going back to work after two and a half weeks away from my desk, with everything piling up but I’m so tired I can barely think. I feel as though my spirit has entirely been smashed, as though I am just a shadow of my former self. Perhaps that’s the subtext of all of these ideas for monochromatic images that have been spilling out of me for the last few days.
There have been so many difficulties that I’ve had to encounter in my three days back in the office that I’m beginning to wonder where they all crept out from – you know the way of the world, when the cat’s away……
So, tonight I’ve just done the bare minimum I can get away with – replied only to one email and that was one that had been threatening to bite me for weeks. I’m going to make supper for us, curl up on the sofa and vegetate for a bit.
It may seem like only a few short days since my holiday but boy am I ready for my long Easter weekend.
You know what? I had to really think for a minute about what people give one another at Easter – that shows how fried my brain is. I’ve even got a little nest of chocolate eggs in my handbag for DM that was one of the 50 or so boxes that were left over after we’d despatched the eggs to our clients earlier this week so how I managed to forget, I don’t know.
I’m writing this without a plan for a photo. If the one that appears is the chocolate egg shot, then you can all be forgiven for thinking it’s a cop-out shot……because that is exactly what it is!!! If you get served up with something else it’s because I found a second wind from somewhere.
Today’s shot came to me as I made my way towards our ‘studio’ with a box of chocs in my hand and a dull look in my eyes. Then I saw this and thought of the analogy with how I’m feeling and decided it was perfect for today. So, imperfection in every way…..broken glass, dog hair from where they hit the floor, other specs of dirt and grime, wrong white balance – should really try hard to remember how to do the custom thing – DM will kill me when he sees this shoddy stuff. Ah well, I go now to cook and live to fight another day.
It seems strange that I have just come back from this hotel again, having been there this time last year. At the time, I thought I'd never go there again.