Since I am not going to receive my “instructions” for the residency until it begins, packing has become a ‘what if’ experience. If I knew what I would be doing would I still be asking – but what if I need that sketch book from 1979? Those books, musn’t forget the pencil sharpener (of course they don’t have pencil sharpeners in Bracknell),two or three pairs of shoes, to iron or not to iron, hairdryer, kettle, tea pot, masking tape, moisturiser;computer woggle/toggle whatever,walking boots; stills camera, tripod don’t forget the tripod, lunch box?
My partner walks by and looks at me despairingly; I know what he’s thinking – don’t take any of it. I’m thinking – don’t take any of it, be brave.
I am not brave, I am a ‘what if?’ person.
