The day was spent in the brothers nursery talking to an Indian curator and his Irish assistant. Part of the time was spent painting the plinths for the exhibition of the mothers work that will be opened tomorrow night. There are pleasant arty people to talk to and some that are just arty.
The sun shines all day.
In the evening assist the brother with repairing the water supply for his irrigation system. It is a strange system, it takes water from a stream and stores it in tanks holding ten thousand litres each. The whole procedure has to be repeated several times until each fault has been found . It is ten in the evening by the time the work is well finished.
The first day of holidays in Ireland is finished. The hands are covered in sheep shit from handling the plastic pipes laid across the field.
In the night a cat approaches walking along the road. The brother stops the car and telephones to a neighbour who has lost such a cat. It might be the cat or it might just be a similar one.
It is hard to tell
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