My parents are always keen to keep up on my creative endeavours, even if they can’t profess to understand them. They’ve supported me in Ireland, Berlin and Melbourne in the last few years (in some combination or another – I have three parents, just to be complicated). It is difficult to explain to them why I must make paper mache snails or feature films in 72 hours, but they go along with it.
Anyway, I digress. They are popping by this evening to collect a snail which they will take to the French Alps. Another snail that must survive the French.
I hope to have a tiny piece of editing done to show you over the weekend. Only if you behave.
