I could sense mixed feelings last week.
Lots of wandering around, looking over shoulders and putting a brave face on. What are we doing?
It seems that there is a very fine line between what could be great and what could be awful. I’ve a feeling we wont know which side we’ve fallen until after we’ve finished.
People are playing, alone to begin with. It’s like watching toddlers who’ve never played together before.
We all kicked Mari’s bucket. It broke.
Today (20/02/2012) I did not go to the mill. But I did send some requests for Sam to carry out. So here is my work for the day (carried out by Sam):
wrapping bucket fragments building helicopter document record player film cutting false faces advising delivering ladder