Best laid plans


It didn’t take long to realise that my catching up day was turning into a falling behind day. At 11.00 am I remembered that I had parcelling up and posting to do and, by lunchtime, my husband had called it a day at work and tempted me away from the studio by the suggestion of a meal in our local supermarket’s restaurant. It’s pretty bad when the restaurant staff guess what we’re going to order before we’ve asked for it. We’re definitely there way too much. When the kids lived at home I was all about the benefits of healthy eating, practically begging my daughter to eat vegetables. Like her father, she had an aversion to any food that might contain nutrients. Since they moved out, however, my husband and I seem hell bent on seeing who can peak their cholesterol level first. I think I’m probably winning that particular race. As I mentioned in my last blog, my food allergies induce nap times. No painting got done on our return because the artist was dead to the world on the couch in her studio for two and a half hours. I’ve really got to stay off the dairy.

“Bean Street” By Claire Shotter. Up for auction @

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s