If I ran the world, after feeding starving people and stopping wars, I would make everything look better. Nicer smells, happier colours, a blanket ban on cubicles. More home baking. Lots of knitted cushions and flowers and trees. It would be harder to steal other people's money, or make inhumane laws, or think our place in society is any better or worse than our neighbours' if all decisions were made while sitting on a pile of knitted cushions eating Aunt Edna's cream scones.
I am eating chocolate biscuits for breakfast. I am expecting bad news from the doctor and this is one way I am able to keep it at a distance. Another chronic illness? Pfft. What do I care? I have mint creams.
I picked up a canvas on the weekend and hid some more origami boxes for the unsuspecting world. This one was left on top of a pile of black canvases. I figured anyone buying a black canvas could probably do with some cheering up.
