Painting Club

We had Spotify fired up as we mix and matched and shared our favourite music. I've found a painting project that'll keep me in jobs until we leave, and even better, found two painting buddies that are as hung up as me when it comes to painting within the lines. So here starts a routine with glorious prospects.

Morning and afternoon painting scrupulous signage for the summer events; Kontzertua, Soropilia whilst chatting away to my fellow painty HelpExers - sandwich this between gloriously tasty dinners + crutch ladened trips over to the donkey field, to return home to a wood fired cozy thirteenth century house that contains a hive of actvitiy; useful and idle, so handsomely intertwined. We'll enjoy some light ping pong action early evening and try to resist the urge to dance to traditional Basque folk music that we pound out of the system.

And now, Fi Fi the bright orange cat is purring so loud I wonder if she's entering a blissful state of subconscious contentment, she's clawing so hard on my leg, but it doesn't matter, I have my robot one on anyway and she is so warm after sitting by the fire all day. Claw away Fi Fi, you are so lovely. Tony T is dishing out generous carafes of oozing red wine ready for dinner slurpage, as Greg the new recruit cooks up a sizzling spicy nut curry whilst chatting animatedly to Jane. Now Fi Fi is fast asleep and I might join her.