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Save the date - don’t make me laugh
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Hello Could I be better at planning ahead? Yes. For instance: I have a solo show of my magnolia pics in London next week, and only now am I announcing it. “Save The Date!”, he says, with two days to go. Cue hollow laughter. But there we are.
I’ve been planning this for years. Each spring - more or less before anything else comes out - the magnolias go ping! with their great prehistoric lightbulbs and I wander around the streets of Hampstead making pictures of them. I think to myself: I should put on a show! But then comes the wind, and the rain. The magnolias lose their flowers. And my attention wanders to the next thing. ​ This year, I decided to Do Something About It. I went to Burgh House, in Hampstead. It’s a beautiful old Georgian House with a gallery at the back. It happens also to be the place where I had a party to celebrate my engagement, four and a half billion years ago, so it means a lot to me. The nice people at Burgh House said the gallery was available either in mid-Feb or late April. And for FOUR weeks I procrastinated. ​ Should I do the show TOO EARLY (before the magnolias flower) or TOO LATE? Last Wednesday (with six days to go) I said, Yes, please, I’ll take it next week. ​ One of the first things I did was invite the local magnolia keepers whose trees have given me so much pleasure. I wrote a note, stuck a photo of their own particular tree on the envelope, and went out with beloved schnauzer Peanut to hand-deliver them. More soon. ​
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John-Paul Flintoff
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