Day six

Foul weather. Phone goes on blink. Faff around with it for an hour, don't ask.

Delve into bag for healthful snacks. Have forgotten to bring them. Buy hot chocolate and chips at corner cafe where the salt has gone missing. 

Stare out at first-week-of-Wimbledon downpour. Wonder what to push for with drawing. Listen hard for what my teachers would be saying.

In Kipling's story The Man Who Would Be King, the destitute cripple Peachey is guided by an illusion of his comrade whose head he carries wrapped in rags. I think the teacher-pupil relationship is a bit like that. It wasn't Peachey who killed his comrade, although that can sometimes be one aspect of the relationship.