It's the first day of the second half of term. I have no teaching responsibilities and must knuckle down to some serious writing and painting. I have, instead, spent the morning clearing up my desk and sorting out all my artists' materials ready for more tidy storage in a cupboard next to my now gloriously pristine and de-cluttered desk.
Needless to say, the cupboard was full of unchuckable/unkeepable 'stuff'. I could quite happily have a skip up here permanently. There is some thing fantastically liberating about a skip. It permits a sense of true abandon in the throwing out process denied by today's rubbish sorting strictures. Actually, I suppose it just allows one to be very lazy..............
I am also on foxwatch. The Fantastic Mr Fox might be on the brink of global movie stardom but I'd like my local lookylikey to be the star of a snuff movie...
I was out fencing the remains of the lush grass in the paddock (the bullocks, remember?) when I noticed the cat had a class one 'boggy' ( fluffed-up tail like a bog-brush). And there was Mr Charles Fox, sauntering down from the copse, not 20 metres from me. The hunting instinct came out and a few bellowed 'Aye, aye Charlies' sent him back whence he came. Stupid of me! Should have belted off to Naomi next door and got her out with her 12bore. Then I'd get the happy ending I wanted!
Last thing: how fab it is to have Mr Cadaverous Sweargenius back on the screen...'The Thick of It' is the D's Bs.
Oh, and I know that does not look like the Girl with a Pearl Earring....but she makes a jolly good model...no shifting around or whingeing about room temperature etc...Felt pen...not very forgiving! I just put it up to make the post look more interesting!
And another thing...(boy, I do displacement SO well!)...great piece in the Marshwood Vale about ordinance found in the countryside included an anecdote about a boy scout who found a bomb... He pedalled off excitedly to his local cop shop. "I've found a bomb!" he exclaims, triumphantly. "Where is it?" asks the bobby behind the front desk. "Here!" and , with a huge, proud grin on his face, he fishes out the bomb from about his person. Cue panic and evacuation of the station pending arrival of the Bomb Squad. Priceless.
Actually my first thought was that it did look like the girl with the pearl earring (I always have to do a double take there to make sure I get the right item of jewellery, but let's draw a veil over that).
ReplyDeleteThere's a rather good Bob Newhart monologue about a policeman who finds a shell on the beach...
Thank you...it does resemble the poor gil but she has aged about 20 years!
ReplyDeleteWill seek out the Newhart monologue...
Hello AF,
ReplyDeleteThis is my first visit to your site and I have enjoyed reading it, really very good.
I hope your horse is ok, from your description she doesn't sound it.
I don't know much about horses but I have a great affection for them. Been on a few pony treks in my younger years which was great fun.
I agree with you about foxes. I'd happily shoot one on sight.
Our pet rabbit was slaughtered by one recently. We'd had him for nine years. His name was Rocket and was great friend with our very spoiled cat, Chloe. They used to have great fun, chasing each other around the garden.
Looking forward to reading about the forthcoming publication of your book.
di.
Welcome, Trubes/Di!
ReplyDeleteSorry not to have seen your kind post before now. Please continue to visit!
X