April 30 (last day!!) Monkey mind on silent, for now. Meditate. Breathe, calm, focus. Venetians filter leaves of light, car tyres whoosh through puddles, neighbour’s door slams. Back to breath. Exhale. #focus

April 29 Dabbing paint delicately for hours, fixated on the pristine perfection of his model, he neither hears nor cares. Lolling at door, the son chews rejection and swallows it deep. #fixated

April 28 ‘Gather round, brethren, I say unto you, we will rise up.’ The congregation rose as one, drawn like a magnet to that voice. ‘I have a dream, brothers and sisters.’ #gather

April 27 The orange turkey cackles and gobbles ad nauseum from his podium. “I have ultimate authority.” “This is like a ‘flu.” “Inject disinfectant.” His distorted lies are our terrifying normality. #distorted

April 26 She sat cloaked in a mauve halo, gripping the lawyer’s letter. Her mother’s ring glowed in the dying light. A moment of clarity dawned slow, painful. Their stepfather had lied. #clarity

April 25 My youngest yanks my sleeve. ‘What did the frog say in the library?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Rivet, rivet,’ he giggles. I laugh too. Then I wink. ‘Or maybe…..readit, readit.’ # rivet

April 24 The three year old holds his grandmother’s frantic gaze. Obsessively clean, remote, meticulous, she again searches the house for the honey toast she knows he’s hidden. He has her measure. #measure

April 23 Dinner-time is boisterous, except when heads bow to say grace. Mum spies me slinking in my chair. “For God’s sake, stop reading that bloody book and talk to us.” #read

April 22 The Goal Defence lobs the ball over her leaping opponent. Darting, weaving the Centre snatches it like a lizard’s tongue seizes a fly. Sideline crowd roaring, there’s only minutes left. #centre