1. Amongst the rubble from John’s electronics teardowns, I find just what I need – the underside of a panel from an old printer is divided into small sections and is begging to be used as a makeshift artists’ palette.
2. I like how Lily has a list of houses that she knows and how happy she is whenever she arrives at one of them. As soon as we reach the gateway, she pulls at her lead and bustles past whoever is opening the door to make herself at home.
3. I listen to an old Bookclub interview with Douglas Coupland, where he describes discovering pop art for the first time as a child (specifically Blam and Warhol’s Campbell soup), and how it showed him that he could treat words like art supplies. It’s one of those “right words at the right time” moments.
4. The dog lies down histrionically and buries her nose between me and the sofa cushion: Kaufman is sat a little too close to her and she’s in a huff – I know how to bring her out of it though. I put one hand into the opposite side of my hoodie pouch and rub its contents. Her nose darts into the open side of the pouch and rustles about until she finds the treats within.