From September I have to keep a journal of progress throughout the second year of skool(which will be assessed and marked). Therefore, thought I would try making a start during this summer so that it becomes habitual, rather than a special effort. Hence: two recent silk screen prints of a beach hut image. Each screen print has been treated slightly differently with masking and colour. Have to say, of all the beachhut prints I did, these two are the most aesthetically pleasing. Also, a charcoal and chalk rendition of a folded paper sculpture (courtesy of another generous student) which shows delicate tone and shade. Wrapping up for end of first year now, handing in Contemporary Technology memory stick, disc and notebook tomorrow, and Printing and Visual Language being assessed next week. Gathering some reading material for research during the long summer off and, without conscious effort, contemplating preliminary ideas for a new term's work. On a lighter note, last pup being delivered to Nottingham on Saturday. Baby boy rowing in University Nationals at the weekend. (good luck) Dinner with my laydees tomorrow evening for a thorough gossip and massed counselling session. Just burned our evening meal to a crisp. Owing to lack of a sense of smell, and assisting baby boy with proof reading through the miracle that is Skype with document sharing, first thing I noticed was my smarting eyes. As I turned to look at the kitchen a thick haze of smoke was apparent, and the smoke alarm began its doleful wail. Having thrown open a window and the door I continued to proof read despite the beating of the alarm on my eardrums. What service. The Farmer has disappeared to purchase ready-made victuals from the Chinese and the cremated remains of our home-cooked repast will be pecked over by the poultry tomorrow. And scratched into the earth probably. Sometimes, not being able to detect a smell is a proper handicap. C'est la vie. Au revoir mon petits. X