Three briefs in a week. My brain feels like it’s been fried, steamed and then put in a blender. This usually results in a smooth, albeit slightly greasy paste, that can be cooled and drunk as a smoothie. Plus, I managed to sprain my neck during a visit to the toilet. I have no idea how I did it and don’t wish to explore any creative opinions anyone might have as to how this unfortunate turn of events might have come to pass.

The botanic gardens is a conducive place for idea production as I found out yesterday. There’s something about watching a duck chase pigeons around while a swan floats lazily on the water in the background that eases the process of idea conception. It just somehow felt right. Maybe I really am losing it.