Daphne Bennett

That day I took my children and Penny to see the Flying Scotsman. We waited on the bridge for it to pass for a quarter of an hour. It’s a long 15 min when I had to carry the younger one and keep her emotionally stable, keep the dog under control, and answer Bertie’s endless questions about random things in the universe. My head always feels it’s about to explode. We saw the train. I wouldn’t say it’s some kind of ‘unforgettable family experience’. I guess the kids had forgotten about it soon after. We kept walking. Another day. This is how it feels like everyday. So I painted it and at least we have something more than a photo on my google drive. This is how summer holiday feels like when you were 7, when you were 1.

I have started updating my Facebook page. Hoping to let my friends see my work (rather than any kind of self-promotion) but to my disappointment the reach is so low, I don’t think even my friends see my posts on their newsfeed. I think that’s the way Facebook lure you to pay for ads but I am not intending to because I do not have time for freelance or to run this as a business for the time being. I like writing Chinese/Cantonese but Facebook is such an unreliable platform to get my friends read my stuff. Maybe I still update it regularly (but I really don’t have time/energy/content) to update daily.

Better paint more.