I was cutting up apples for the porridge this morning and whatever way I cut them they seemed to fit together in a pleasing kind of shape, sculptural almost. I fiddled around with them until I got them into a shape I liked.

Then I realised I’d made a kind of mandala. It didn’t take three weeks to make and it certainly wasn’t made of sand but it was very impermanent which I think is the main point of a mandala. Everything in life is impermanent, everything passes, like these apples which ended up in the porridge.