I'm meant to be painting. I've been painting for three days now, when I havn't been hanging or stripping wallpaper or filling great holes with packet after packet of polyfiller.
Outside it's sunny.
If I had a monorail in my garden I could go round and round, not thinking about Neat Pink or Water Blue....
last week I was here, now I am here, and all too soon I will be back at work, looking back on my paint rolling days with wistful nostalgia.
