Things keep arriving. One enormous package after another thuds onto my doorstep. Oooooh how I love internet shopping. I only got one "We waited til you were out" which I have to collect from bloody Nine Elms which is marginally further away than Egypt. It's some canvases to inspire me to paint. I must paint. I have all these dogs and owners up my sleeve but my sleeves just get longer and longer and no dogs get anywhere near the easel. Also my teeny weeny painting area is a bit of a mess; time to tidy, I feel. I also have a lovely Caribbean house on the go but I didn't go to the Caribbean this year so I've sort of defamiliarised myself with it. I need to not care so much and just get it done any old how. Palm trees can be blue.... in fantasy paintings like mine.... nobody cares.
This morning I am waiting for the arrival of the new sun lounger - a posh teak one with a green squidgey bit. The sun is out in anticipation. Mr Smith and I will fight over who is to lie on it whilst the Apprentice gets a tan. Anyway, I feel guilty if I lie prone in the garden as I can hear the weeds growing and know I should be ordering Mr Smith to pull them out.
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