Walking home yesterday evening across Walthamstow Marshes I was attacked by wasps. They came from nowhere went straight on the attack, stung the arm I took my hat off to beat them away and was stung on the head, there were visions of me jumping in the canal to get away from them. I should…
selfie stick
I managed to get hold of three pieces of Helen Porters lovely handmade paper. As all my sheets seemed to be made of snips and snails and puppy dogs tails I though a self portrait was in order. All the more so as the current impetus for “selfies” and the rise of the selfie stick…