Last night's vegetables were burnt in the end and it has not been a good day today for the artist either. She has left several messages as requested with the gallerist but has to date received no reply. I suggested to the artist this may be because it is the woman's first day back, but the artist is now being hard on herself for not having checked her emails and picking up on the fact the gallerist before her holiday was trying hard to get in touch. This may be in part my fault. In my own frustration I may have laid it on a bit too thick that the instructions I had left before going to the war zone were not taken up and should have been. I am sorry for this. Now, to make it worse, the artist has lost track of whether it is a positive or negative that the gallerist wanted to get in touch in the first place. As a result, it was impossible for her to work today and she watched the brilliant and heartfelt German film 'Das Leben der Anderen' instead. ('The Lives of Others' in English.) It is not that the artist is frail. It is not that she cannot handle all this. Early success as an artist and a former successful career in TV prove this. It's just that she holds this woman in high esteem and is still - albeit painfully - clinging to the ideal of working together. At least she seems more relaxed now sitting on the bright red sofa with her sister, staying with us again, leafing through a catalogue of a favourite French clothes designer. Also, tomorrow is not a cliché, it really is another day, and we must remain positive. Just as I try to be today when I learn I am to return to the war zone on the artist's birthday.
* French proverb
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