The wonderful works of Diaghilev have inspired me to paint, well at least to draw. It doesn't matter what I draw I just need to cover paper with colour and figures and design and just see what comes out. I am supposed to be exhibiting something in a show in November - perhaps I could get my act together and produce a new painting. Everyone goes away tomorrow so the dog and I can enjoy a week in the workroom interrupted only by stretches of leg and occasional nosh. No tv, no endless meals, no constant demands and bed when we feel like it ... heaven.
Last night the full company were present for inedible dinner. They never help but they certainly moan. They all ate mountains of it whilst delivering what they call Constructive Criticism. I looked up Undercooked Pork on Google and discovered it went to school with my brother. Actually, I found there was nothing wrong with it in this country so sadly I have failed to actually kill anyone.
Mr Smith is off to Turkey to play golf. The Apprentice is off to France to stand still with the rest of France which has currently ground to a complete halt - he'll find out when he gets there. The Student is off to his University; I don't care if it's reading week - go and read ... there and not here. I have never wanted to be alone so much in all my life.
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