One day I might be as good as this.
But then you realise that we are all different. And although you can admire and wish to achieve such a painting, you also realise that you never will do anything like that, but possibly, just possibly, what you do do is ok.
This is the start of my next painting, a very angry goose!
Also on the beginning board is a happy pig in a bed of straw. Now, you just cant wait can you! Well I can't. I have to be dragged out of the shed kicking and screaming at the moment. The paint isnt drying fast enough for me to do the next bit.....
But, sheesh, one has to go and do other things.
My hat today was Trustee at the Lighthouse Museum.
Yet more vandalism.
Windows smashed on Monday night of the engine room, no gun involved this time, they got in, or one person got in, as there is a foot print inside. The Engine Room is a listed building, and goodness knows what else, but you are not allowed to fit double glazing, shutters, anything to deter a burglar, so something of a problem to protect.
The alarms did not go off which is questionable. As far as we know nothing was taken once he/they got inside, they left and did not close the door.
So today we had Bill and Ben Police Constables , and Weed was the radio attached to Bills pocket.
Bleep, answer, undecipherable message.
How long does it take to be a policeman and to be able to understand whats coming over the radio?
Bill, "I dont, I just say Roger, and then switch it off." Cool.
I like a policeman with attitude.
Meanwhile upstairs in the Museum the Cafe is being blitzed. Transformed.
You will have to take my word for it, as no, it looks awful. And having been dragged up there had to quickly evacuate as there was so much dust my lungs were on the point of wanting oxygen tanks.
So as a trustee I approved the wages, chatted about other problems, I do sometimes wear a sensible hat you know. And can be quite useful although this is often a surprise to some people. Who just think of me as a ditzy blonde, or a total air head, or even worse.
Which could bring me to another blogging rant, would that I had the courage to be more assertive with the nasty witchy type people, who do persist in popping up in my life and being so nasty and I really do not know how to handle it, but, its Friday, and I now have a glass of red stuff. Perhaps, one day the nasty witchy type people will just disappear.
Thank God Its Friday.