It was an early start this morning.
Revisiting my old home to collect furniture that has been on 'loan'. There is still the laundry to sort too. I may have moved out two and a half years ago but I seem to have left a trail of possessions.
So my poor old cat scratched Knole sofas are residing at the studio now and I've made up a little lounging area in a corner. It's meant a move around of things in the studio and perhaps it's worked as a way to improve the juju of the place, which has been depressing me for months.
It's strange going back to Brunswick Street. My past seems to be catching up with me this week. So many memories.