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Stickering

I stuck my 3 little stickers on wheely bins today, just as I’d planned. I didn’t get arrested, and Amy didn’t say anything. Although if my stickering campaign escalates I may have to worry about her shopping me to the police.

Not really.

I stuck the stickers on three different streets. The bee first. I showed it to Lucas and he buzzed. Someone was passing but I don’t think they saw what I was doing.

Then after I dropped Amy off at school I stuck my rainbow. It’s been a rainbow kind of day. When we got home the first thing Lucas did was point to a rainbow on the front page of the newspaper. And I took him to a music group where we sang the song, ‘I can sing a rainbow.’ And there was something else rainbow-y too, but I can’t remember what it was now.

I know there’s nothing magical about all that rainbow stuff, I’m just noticing rainbow stuf today. But that’s nice. And it was raining when I left for school this morning but it’ssunny now and that’s good too.

I crossed the street to find a bin to stick my horse sticker on, but then I saw a bin with a great big ’22’ painted on its side. 22 felt like a good number and so I crossed the road back again and stuck the sticker between the two big 2s. It was at a house called, ‘the Swans’ and i wondered if I could make a game of making stickers that connected to the last one I drew? So perhaps I could draw a swan sticker next.

I did enjoy stickering today. It didn’t feel rubbish at all. And I saw a postman passing with his letter cart and thought, ‘I could stick a sticker on that.’ And I also thought that I could stick stickers on cars. I don’t have to stick to bins really, do I? Maybe it doesn’t matter so much where you put the stickers. Maybe I got hung up on tube station posters when really stickering works anywhere.

I’m not sure yet.

I’ll let you know if I make any more stickers, and if they lead me to find any kind of Kentish magic.

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A rubbish idea

I was wet today so we stayed at home all day. I suggested we make stickers, just as a way of passing the time. I suppose I was thinking about my old tube station stickering campaign. But, as I mentioned, here by the sea in Kent there are no tube station posters to decorate with my homemade art.

Amy debated where to stick her stickers, and settled on our wheely bin which stands outside the front door. I realised that I could stick some stickers on bins too…  But Amy said, ‘Not on other people’s bins!

I was excited about experiencing the thrill of illicit stickering again. ‘Yes, other people’s bins,’ I told her.

‘You can’t do that, it’s not allowed. You’ll get arrested!’

My eight year old has always been one for obeying rules, she hates stepping out of line.

‘I won’t get arrested,’ I told her.

‘it’s graffiti!’ she explained.

I decided not to argue.

She made a bin sticker, with the friendly talking bin saying, ‘Please take our rubbish.’ And she also made a yellow figure with a bright red nose, he said ‘I am the bin man.’ I hope our real bin men will like those. I hope none of them are yellow with red noses and might think she’s making fun of them.

I drew a rainbow. Because Lucas kept pointing at a rainbow picture today, and because there’s a boy drawing a rainbow in the ‘Colours’ book he likes. And because it was raining and I wished the sun would come out.

I also drew a bee sticker. The first sticker I stuck at Tooting Bec tube station was of a bee. I did it then because I felt busy. I think that was the reason, I hardly remember… And I suppose I drew this bee remembering Tooting Bec, and also because Lucas’ first communication was blowing raspberry noises whenever he saw a bee. He did it for lions too, instead of a roar. It was his multi-purpose animal noise. But he started making it because I always buzzed for him at bees.

The third sticker I made was of a horse. I’ve had fun recently betting on horses, and we go to the races whenever we can. I also thought of this horse because Amy’s decided she’d like riding lessons, and I’ve decided I would to. So that’s something positive about our new life in Kent. And there is another reason I drew a horse. It’s a long story, but basically I’m very bad at drawing and someone once saw a horse that I’d drawn and laughed and made me feel bad. But I’ve decided I like my badly drawn horses. I don’t mind being bad at drawing when I do it just for fun.

I don’t think it’s really a good idea to stick stickers on bins. It was so good sticking stickers beside tube escalator posters, but stickering bins seems like a really rubbish idea. I’ll probably do it anyway. This rubbish plan suits my mood, it fits my feelings about this place right now.

And tomorrow the bin men come, so everyone’s bins will be out and handy for my stickering mission. I can do it as I take Amy to school. Well, if she lets me.

And it will be good to stick stickers like in the good old days. Even if I’m putting them on wheely bins full of mouldy food.

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