Mrs Smith, a woman with tenacity of purpose

It is raining very hard indeed; I have lost my umbrella.
Oh look, the sun has appeared but now I have lost my sunglasses.
Reading a wonderfully exciting book called Hilda Wade, a woman with tenacity of purpose. It's quite Sherlock Holmesy. In fact Conan Doyle wrote the ending because the author died before he finished it. I hope I don't die before I finish reading it. Alcohol poisoning is a possibility. Last night I tried a strange jalapeño cocktail - I nearly expired on the spot and had to have several watermelon and whiskey juleps to put out the fire.

I am working on a very tricky painting so I must dash and tickle it a little more.