Not really sure where to start with this one, so many thoughts and feelings banging around inside my head and I don;t really feel able to tell anyone (except for Miles, of course) as I know I’m gonna come across as callous or insensitive or unpatriotic oe something bizarre like that. I can’t stop thinking about the bombings, and unfortunately for poor Miles I can’t stop talking about them either. They are in my head all the time. I feel like I am devouring news articles so that I can imagine what was happening, trying to recreate it in my mind. I feel a bit of a sicko trying to imagine how people were feeling before, during and after the explosions. Lots of analysing, and hypothesising, to what end?

I read and watch and listen to so many ‘talking heads’ discussing the hows and the whys. What no-one in the media is saying is that the reason for this attack lays with the actions of Mr Blair. He may not be responsible for the 50 (or so) deaths here in London but he is at least partly responsible for the 100,000 killed in Iraq. His War on Terror has brought the War to our door-step. In addition to the illegal war he has involved the country in, and despite the 1 million people who protested and demonstrated against it the country somehow forgave him and voted him back into Goverment, albeit with a reduced majority. What does that say about us? What message does it give out to the world about how we feel about his actions in comitting us to an illegal and immoral oil-war? People have talked about the innocent people that were killed in London whilst carrying on their business, going to work etc., what about the innocent Iraqis who were also going about their business when they were killed, as their country was invaded, bombed and occupied. In the name of that God of Man, Oil. Oh how precious is that God, how we worship him, will kill and be killed for him. Are all lives not equally valueable and significant? Do their families not shed the same tears and mourn their loss also? As despicable as Thursday’s bombers are, George Bush and Tony Blair’s hands are not clean either.

We live so close to a police station, a fire station and a some large hospitals that we’re no strangers to sirens. We often joke that theyr’re the first sound we hear in the mornings and the last thing we hear before we fall asleep. It occured to me today that whenever I hear a siren now I stop and wonder where they’re going, could it be another bombing? Is Miles safe? Then I carry on with whatever I was doing, with a sigh. When will that fear end?

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I made THE ‘bestest’ magnets this weekend, for the Challenge. I used chekit pieces, coloured with alcohol inks and ran some red-liner tape and tiny hole-less beads round them. I used 2 different sets of the inks and I’m not sure why but one set of colours seem to marble much better than the other set. Then I glued some magnets onto the back. Used an AOL tin and took the printing off it, put down a black velvet base and 9 black velvet spots on the lid, so you can use it as the board for tic-tac-toe or noughts and crosses. It’s so super-wicked that I’m not sure I can bare to be parted from them but I guess I’ll have to.

Got a teeny tiny board book to work on, and you wouldn’t believe the trouble I’m having with it right now! My inspiration has just run away and is hiding from me, I feel so stupid as it should be a cynch! Need to get it done as soon as possible so I can move in on the mini-book from ABEurope and then do Tina’s Stamp it! It dawned on me that when the stamp it is over, my monthly comittments are only the mini book, the mini board book, the tip-in and the monthly Challenge. I know it’s still 4 items of art work, but I’ve always felt like I did so much more. Maybe I prefer to work under pressure - keep the adrenalin pumping round

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