Annoyed

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Long day, some nice people came in and saw the exhibition. Then as we were thinking if packing up a man came in and said something along the lines of “this isn’t the sort if exhibition I was expecting” and walked back out. It felt rude. Dismissive, inconsiderate. I didn’t know what to say, perhaps I should have challenged him? Maybe he wanted to see sculptures, or abstract pictures? He might have wanted to see digital photos of canal boats? But it does say art exhibition. Then you get the fear that it’s not good enough. Not fine enough. Not special enough. But I it a lot of love and effort into what I do. It’s my art. I don’t want to do something like anyone else.

So I’m peeved, I feel annoyed, dismissed. Maybe I’m being thin skinned. It’s partly that, and partly because I got £40 out of the bank this morning so I could get us lunch and also buy Richard a book about trains. But somewhere between the cashpoint and the car, or the car and the museum, I lost it. I tried going through my bag and cleared all the old receipts out of it. No sign, I rang the lace I got the money from. No joy. I looked in the car. Again no. So. Deep breath. I must ut it behind me as an annoying day. Tomorrow is another day. Life is like that….

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