An odd day,really. We didn't get up especially
early, and when we did, the day was spent pootling. After a bit of brekky I
checked my emails. For some reason I seem to be getting a lot less spam than
recently. I iwonder what that's all about? I then did another painting. I'd
been given some ideas featuring Kentish scenes, and so I had a go.
I think that scenes featuring mountains
and/or water probably come out better (for me), but I came up with a view from
a wood looking across fields to a misty forest on the horizon. I'm not overly
pleased with the result, but then I rarely ever am. I can't help but feel that
there's not a lot going on in the painting. But that's not necessarily a bad
thing.
Whilst I painted, ‘er indoors TM
made the Christmas cake. The smells
were good. Something else which smelt good was my fried egg sandwich that I had
for lunch. And after lunch we watched telly. It would have been good to have
gone out and done something, but it was so cold. The thermometer in the living
room said it was seventeen degrees: it felt more like minus ten million (!) So
we stayed in and had a Star-Trek-a-thon. Four episodes of the Spoke and Jim
show. Can't be bad(!)
Whilst the telly was on I got out the sewing
box and effected repairs to the hole in my trousers, and then did something
I've taken to doing lately - I mucked about on my laptop. For some reason I
struggle to get on with the keyboard on my laptop; the keys are ever so
slightly bigger than the keys on my desktop PC, and it seems to be taking a
little while to get used to.
Meanwhile Harry Ramp has decided to squeal on
the mad axe murderer. The mad axe murderer is feeling the cold, and is warming
his axe on the fire. The forces of law and order are feeling the cold, and wish
Harry Ramp would go away so they can close the door: it's letting the cold in.
The mad axe murderer wishes the forces off
law and order would go away so he can show Harry Ramp that no one likes a
squealer...
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