Art and the perils of time off for good behaviour.
Plus it's sunny!
Shouldn't I be happy about this?
I probably should, indeed I am pleased, but because I am a masochist if always find myself deeply perturbed and out of sorts when I have nothing pressing to do. So to this end I need to organise myself, lest I go stark raving nuts or start watching day time TV.
I have today sorted, as soon as my bland breakfast of wheataflakes- the bastard foodchild of wheatbix and cornflakes- digests, I am taking myself and 10 litres of Honeydew weather shield emulsion off to the paramour's pappy's house to paint the garden walls and what not (honeydew looks suspiciously like primrose to me, but apparently they don't call colours old fashioned names like primrose any longer, this according to the cheery and incredibly stoned chap in Atlantic Homecare)
This burst of manual labour will take up most of today. So terrific. That still leaves Thursday and Gingerday to fill. So any suggestions?
If YOU had two days at your disposal, two WHOLE days filled with nowt, what would you do?
Also I have bought art! If you haven't already trundle on over to here and take a gander. Yellow Face is mine, mine I tell you and what a fabulous face it is. Many thank to Sam Bride for mentioning it on her blog, or I'd never have known, so I'm sharing the love. No harm in supporting each other now is there.
Right more coffee and then onwards, to paint in the sun. Huzzah!
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