So Daughter and me went to take a look at the Diane Arbus exhibition at The Nottingham Contemporary today.  Sadly I forgot to check the opening times and when we arrived we discovered that it’s not open on Mondays.  What kind of a place closes on Mondays?  Don’t people do contemporary art on a Monday or something? Apparently not.

All was not lost, however. Instead we wandered around exploring some of the lesser travelled areas of Nottingham, taking photos and just chatting. I really treasure the time we spend together. She;s so inquisitive, intelligent and eager to learn. We share the same sense of humour and many of the same interests. I’m proud that she treats me as a friend first and parent  second.  I dread the day that she discovers boys and doesn’t need her old man as much. She’s coming-up for thirteen now, so that day draws ever closer.  All I can do is make the most of it now.