Today I performed emergency keyhole surgery...

 ...on my pillow.  It beggars belief how much wadding they'd got stuffed in there but after days of waking up with a crick in my neck, I carried out a delicate scalpel job and extracted handfuls of unwanted goo, re stitching the wound (it'll barely scar!).   Sleep in a very hot climate becomes obsessive.  A delicate mix of aircon/bedding/timing.  We have possibly blown it for tonight already by falling for over an hours afternoon kip on the sofa.  Lulled in by the hum of the fan.

We have small geckos running around our apartment.  We mentioned that they were cute at which point we were told that they will easily grow to over a foot and can become an infestation if left unchecked.  They carve out an existence in the damp inside the aircons.  That is canny animal adaptation right there.  The little guys can stay for now.

Every place has it's rhythm.  The way people move, the sounds of the birds, the sway of the traffic.  Having newly arrived the rhythms are acutely alien to me.  I can't read them yet and this is exciting.  I have been recording some of the visual rhythms in my sketchbook. Making a conscious effort to save colour for the future.  I love both manmade and natural frameworks/shapes and notice the gaps between things as much as the things themselves.  From the cast concrete walls to the free hand wax resist on the fabrics.  Spiky grasses and wood carvings.  What a feast!  Luke has always been nerdy about maps.  I can feign interest but what I see are the grids and contours as shapes.  I will draw some of these later tonight.

There is good bad life balance everywhere.  The warmth of the welcome has so far outweighed any inconvenience experienced by horrendous bed linen.  Fun has obviously been had in the art room for years and even after 4 solid days of cleaning and clearing-it still looks a right mess!  Look out kids Mrs. P has landed.  There will still be plenty of fun to be had, only, we will be scrubbing up afterwards...

Luke learning Moore