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A Day of Detours
The day began with a sense of unease, a sat nav route I didn’t know, taking me somewhere unfamiliar. My friend had wanted to meet at a garden centre she had visited once before, so I followed the directions though unfamiliar roads. I arrived early and went inside, hoping for a cup of tea, but there were no signs of a café or even a hint of food. So I waited, knowing my friend wouldn’t see any messages while driving.
When she arrived, she too was disappointed. But I had found another place nearby, the Lady Lever Art Gallery, which at least promised hot drinks.
We arrived to find that, although coffee was available, hot food was not. The chef, we were told, was diabetic and needed to take his insulin, so no meals could be prepared for about an hour. I’d never encountered that before. Yet it didn’t matter, it gave us longer to talk. We sat over our coffee and talked for a long while. By the time the chef returned to the kitchen, we were ready for something warm to eat.
When I got home, Cat Midnight made it clear he was not impressed. He refused to come in, turning his back on me disappearing into the bushes. I was tired, so I lay down for a rest, still wearing my cochlear hearing processor. Suddenly I was woken by what sounded like a volley of bullets ricocheting around the room. My heart pounded... I went outside, and there was Midnight, racing towards me. He leapt into my arms and has stayed close on my chest ever since...
The painting is another page from my sketchbook and it is in acrylics....
A link to my painting...
A Day of Detours
The day began with a sense of unease, a sat nav route I didn’t know, taking me somewhere unfamiliar. My friend had wanted to meet at a garden centre she had visited once before, so I followed the directions though unfamiliar roads. I arrived early and went inside, hoping for a cup of tea, but there were no signs of a café or even a hint of food. So I waited, knowing my friend wouldn’t see any messages while driving.
When she arrived, she too was disappointed. But I had found another place nearby, the Lady Lever Art Gallery, which at least promised hot drinks.
We arrived to find that, although coffee was available, hot food was not. The chef, we were told, was diabetic and needed to take his insulin, so no meals could be prepared for about an hour. I’d never encountered that before. Yet it didn’t matter, it gave us longer to talk. We sat over our coffee and talked for a long while. By the time the chef returned to the kitchen, we were ready for something warm to eat.
When I got home, Cat Midnight made it clear he was not impressed. He refused to come in, turning his back on me disappearing into the bushes. I was tired, so I lay down for a rest, still wearing my cochlear hearing processor. Suddenly I was woken by what sounded like a volley of bullets ricocheting around the room. My heart pounded... I went outside, and there was Midnight, racing towards me. He leapt into my arms and has stayed close on my chest ever since...
The painting is another page from my sketchbook and it is in acrylics....
A link to my painting...
A Day of Detours | gennepher
A Day of Detours The day began with a sense of unease, a sat nav route I didn’t know, taking me somewhere unfamiliar. My friend had wanted...
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