I am like a freshly poured glass of pomagne this morning, bubbly, cheeky and full of expectation as this is my last day at work. In just under nine hours I will let slip the chains of my toil and enter the warm glow of my holiday! I think waiting to be on holiday is far greater than actually being on holiday..........actually scrap that thought.
I hope this weather picks up. So much rain. I feel quite unsettled by it. I would rather not go camping in drizzle. I intended to paint beautiful sunsets and vistas, I won't be able to master watercolours in a downpour. My landscapes will come out like something an abused child might produce for a psychiatrist. My school of art leans towards the Bobby Sands and I can do with all the help I can get. I think I stand a better chance with charcoals.
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