Thank you for posting this. On the way to the dentist today I went to Boots and bought some. I felt a lot safer travelling on the bus for an hour each way, walking through crowded Norwich streets and having close contact with Dentist and Hygienist knowing that I had this nasal spray.
Then I need to get a job driving for Amazon and save some money
A bit more serious, as we were leaving I noted that our road was full of cars. Her ladyship told me that a neighbour (92) had died of covid and this was the wake. There are way more than is legally permitted in a tier 3 zone and not a mask in sight and the wake is going to be rockin' till dawn. Her daughter was so disgusted so has gone to a friends house (so I'm told) and in true West Indies fashion, it will be loud.
If it wasn't for the virus I'd be over there but the new crumpets await
NB
I got confused halfway through this post because I'm not sure what we refer to ourselves as now. I settled on West Indies until I ask some folk. I used to refer to myself as a half-breed, which I still like, but I'm told by white Caucasians that is now unacceptable along with mixed blood/breed. I'm not sure if POC is still ok and in my head, every human has a colour so they are all POC. My Indian Sikh friend still refers to me as McDao-nald (I had a farm and I'm Scottish-Tibetan)
Now where do I start, are you sitting comfortably?. Back in 1964 I............
Trying typing in that quintessential war movie "the water barriers in Europe busters."Can’t believe I just got censored! It wasn’t even a rude word!
I have given up on the horses for today but thanks to @Alien Aspie i now know where I'm going wrong, forgot to draw on the horns. Back at them Tuesday.
So a very quick A4 watercolour of the mist in Trent Valley from a day or two back..sketch idea for a painting just over 5 minutes...
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Thank you.I love this quick misty sketch @Muddy Cyclist
It is beautiful...
Hug for feeling the way you do. However winner for battling on and overcoming. Winner also for producing the Majestic Tryfan which does not need detail, recognisable and mighty fine as it is.But I do feel decrepit today...
Thank you @Muddy Cyclist and also for the koffy tip - should we be digging up and drying out dandelion roots?Another fine mountain range.
On the koffy front, I read there could be a world wide shortage, much more worrying than @alf_Josiah sprout shortage. Don't fancy having to result to Black Adder style coffee in the trenches.
Thank you @gennepher - I don’t think that I will be walking that ridge again.
I do agree. I must admit that the majority of people walking through Norwich yesterday were wearing masks. The last time I went to Norwich in August I was virtually the only person in a mask which did not feel safe at all.We do of course have to still be careful to consider all the aspects of SD, etc.
Oh dear Mr Stubbs far too much pressure with only a week or so to go - a bleak few days locked into the art room.I am under pressure.My son requested a painting of his three favourite horses he used to jump for Christmas, I painted his dog and thought that enough, Mrs MC is encouraging, nay demanding I do these three horses as well, not in the mood, don't know where to start but I think son will be disappointed with dog painting if no horse paintings to go with it. Also I need to earn points with Mrs MC.
So paint watercolour or oil, Pastel or pencil drawing, how many days left until Christmas? Bah, Humbug!
Sounds like a challenge - but no, I have picked up that gauntlet a few times in the past and ended up on Coventry high street.I wouldn't suggest pushing the limits for fun Silverk! D.
I was picked up once by describing myself as 'coloured' and was told 'You are either Black (which I am not) or Asian (which I don't consider because Mauritians are not Indian or Pakistani)... I then get 'educated' that probably 4-5 generations ago my family were from India so I must be Indian. No. I have three generations in Mauritius. I identify with Creole/French ... and lots of rum. So now whenever people nitpick I tell them my parents came from the cultural melting pot that is Mauritius and THAT is the heritage I identify with. Lord I didn't even like curry for the longest time! So much was my dislike of any spicy food, my parents wondered if they picked up the wrong child from the maternity ward!
Hugs and winners - fighting the glum feeling and overcoming - we don’t have a bath either - I sometimes wonder why we decided on a big walk in shower. Never mind. A fine paining of that very distinct mountain.Fbg 6.7
Yesterday, I felt ancient.
Went to the shops, and had to sort some paperwork somewhere else.
I do walk with a walker when I am out. I am a bit slow.
I am pretty certain I didn't look that bad. But people were helping me.
And then I needed to cross a busy road. I don't normally cross busy roads because I am slow. But I had parked the car on one side of the busy road because of stuff to get, and I needed also to go to the immediate opposite side of the road.
But I didn't have enough energy to get the walker back in the car, get in the car, and somehow park on the other side, and then get out of the car again and struggle getting the walker out of the car again, (there was no nearby spaces anyway).
So, the traffic slowed down for me, and then this lady rushes over and holds my left elbow, waving for the traffic the other way to stop also. And a tall gentleman is on the right side of me walking alongside me also. It was like time had slowed down, and I was watching myself on one of those YouTube 'kindness to decrepit old ladies clip'.
I thanked them both on the other side of the road.
And then everything/time sped up again and they were gone, and everything was back to Covid normal...
I was shattered when I got home, and went to bed for a couple of hours.
When I woke up, the sun was shining, it was a beautiful day, and Popeye wanted his walk round the garden. So harness and lead on him, and he takes me to the Potting Shed. He wanted to be in there for a bit.
So while I had the chance, I opened all doors and windows of the bungalow and got some cutting stuff to give the garden a haircut from its long tresses.
I am NOT decrepit, I tell myself. The sun is just on my head this time of year, it doesn't reach the ground again for a few months.
It was so nice the sun being on my head and shoulders, that it gave me energy and I forgot the time, until the sun went down, and it is suddenly cold.
I collect cat from potting shed. Put harness and lead on him. He is faster than me and is pulling me back into the bungalow.
I get in, shut all doors and windows. Go to make a cuppa, and then I realise I am very decrepit. I cannot move. I am broken in two. The pain in my back, and lower back. I go back to bed. Cat comes to check on me, and decides not to sleep on me as usual (as I am probably giving out pain vibes), and so sleeps alongside me all night. He doesn't wake me for food in the night, but sits patiently besides me until I manage to get out of bed, wash his dishes and feed him. That was 4 am this morning. I needed more painkillers anyway.
If I had a bath, which I don't, it would be Epsom salts and me floating n a full bath...I wish I had a floatation chamber...
My plans for today were the next town, to get some odds and ends I need before the next lockdown on 28th Dec, I think it is for Wales.
But I do feel decrepit today...
Here is my painting in Procreate. It is Tryfan, Snowdonia. My fingers are stiff and clumsy this morning, so painting is just a landscape today. No detail.
Now I am going to meditate for an hour and see if I can imagine a floatation chamber...
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