On Monday night Chris (my boyfriend) noticed that I had a lumpy forehead. When I got to work on Tues it was all over my face, Jamie (my manager) sent me to NHS direct. The nurse man said it was from my bike helmet (I did a fun triathlon at the weekend at it was very hot, he thought it was from that) but I don't think it is as it keeps spreading. Yesterday (Weds) it made it to my neck, chest and bike and today (Thurs) it is on my shoulders. I'm going to go to the doctors here and see if they can help as it is getting worse not better. I feel a bit like Centre Pompidou by LucyandBart http://www.lucymcrae.net/ I thought I'd blog about it in case it gets worse and I can turn it into an art project. 
On the way to work today, before the subway a lady and her husband left there house (they didn't really seem like they were together but when you've been with someone that long maybe you don't hold hands any more) the husband started picking up the rubbish off the floor and then he pointed out this on tiles of the subways that wasn't there before, he seemed quite upset about this. It seemed really nice that he cared so much. I looked at the rubbish on the way home but I couldn't bring my self to pick it up as it just seems really dirty, I feel a bit bad about this.
This grass was laid today while I was at work. It looks like patchwork stitched together, it doesn't really look like grass more like a blanket.
I chosen to start here as I've mentioned him in my opening post. I work in the Herbert Art Gallery & Museum in Coventry and I park just out side of the city centre on a housing estate near the Tech Park. At the roundabout off London Road there is a big white building sign and behind this is a bank which has lots of big fox gloves bushes and behind these is or was a man that lived in a tent (he could also be a women but I think he is a man). I noticed the man 4 months ago, the only reason I noticed him was because he had left so much rubbish on the bank. He really intreeges me and has done since this first day, who is, does he go to work, does he have a family, where is he and why does he live in a tent? I do respect him for not just living on the streets, he has gone and brought a tent and found quite a good stop to hide but I don't like all the rubbish he creates. From his rubbish I have learnt quite a lot about him, he can't be completely poor as he shops in Sainsburry's (Sainburry's carrier bags) he like crisps a lot, one day he treated him self to some donuts, in the morning he hadn't eaten them all but by the end of the day he had. I did see has back a few times in the morning when he was sat out side but I haven't seen him for agers. When the wind from tornado came over the tent blow done and never got put back up until recently when it has gained more shape in the polls. Is the man in the tent back? I don't think so as it sill doesn't look like you could really get in it from the front but from the back it does like a tent again. Hmm where is the man or where has he gone? Is he the really crazy lady who stud in front of a car this morning? Is it the person that put all the rubbish in a blue bag at the weekend? I just don't know!
