You know when you've been in hospital a while when you've got huge hair

Last non art-related post for a while. We're nearing the end of our tenancy at Yorkhill, and all going according to plan we should be home next week. Clare and I are completely fucked, but somehow we have retained out sanity. Emily is...well, you'd need to meet her. She's confounded the doctors in her recovery with everything that's been thrown at her. She's twelve pounds of laughing, curious flesh and of all things likes dancing to the Scissor Sisters.

If I've learned anything from my stay is that you shouldn't feel sorry for parents of disabled or ill kids - instead, help them out any way required. Mostly with money, food or cigarettes...

Current listening - Volcano Suns - Career in Rock