Happy New Year! Summer is over. The kids have all gone back to school and it always feels like resolutions should be made. So I’m giving up beer in favour of smoking, (better for the liver).
Text from Natalie on way to school reads ‘Just imagining u, a big sigh of relief, a cup of coffee n Frasier :-)’
Normally as my resolutions dramatically subside that would be the case, but this week I must be the professional artist. I am expecting a student for work experience at any minute so I have to pretend for three whole days that work can be experienced. Then at the end of the week it’s the private view at the Ashgate for the Surrey Artist of the year show, where I’ll have to pretend to know what I’m talking about…
This photo was taken in Barmouth about thirty years ago on the way to a two week holiday in a static caravan. Very posh holiday. My Uncle is seen in the car behind presumably marvelling at the splendour. I don’t get it. Yes the holiday goes down as a great one in my memory, but on a recent return, it goes fairly high on our list of ‘mouths’ to not want to visit again, (including Yarmouth, Portsmouth, Weymouth, Swanagemouth and Whitbymouth).
Having probably offended a few people, (sorry Uncle Pete), I should go and find some jobs for my student to do. I wonder if we won’t mind a spot of weeding…
