A lick of paint

The conservatory diner is going from white to something halfway between pink and terracotta, and I just wish we had done it earlier. Rich, earthy colours warm the soul; anything pale just shows the dirt, and there is plenty of that when you have three cats. Monty did toy with the idea of licking the paint lid, then thought better of it. I wouldn’t have liked to have explained that to the animal cruelty people.

I listened to Steely Dan whilst painting. Great band, not much played these days, genuinely different in this age of acoustic blandness (that makes me sound old!). Even their name is edgy; it’s a reference to a sex toy in a William Burroughs novel. Later they moved from rock to really absorbing jazz fusion with arcane lyrics. They once had Chevy Chase as a drummer.

Anyway ... Day 2 in the new job, another office, another experience. Not unpleasant, people very friendly, but a lot to do. Rather more than a paint job ...