Hiya Cynth!

A day, once more, of painting. Now it's the kitchen. My life, etc...

But in every day there is a brightness, and the sun shone down into the garden upon a dozen vibrant blue hyacinth, sold off at 50p each by the local DIY superstore because, well... they don't know how to look after plants. Battered and limping, they'll still be excellent next season. They don't actually look all that bad even now.

Don't tell Janet but I'm hoping for a day off painting tomorrow. The bike is feeling very lonely... I'm sure I can hear her sobbing in the garage. /guilt