So much for my new regime of get up early, do the domestics followed by an industrious morning of painting. I did get up early, performed ablutions then went back to bed and fell asleep. Oh no.
I was all excited about a lovely new painting I have to produce but found I only have giant or tiny canvasses. I need some inbetweens. I would go out and get just one in order to start new daubs but I am just too tired and anyway Mr Smith has me on waiting for wine delivery duty. Not new wine - oh no we are far too poor, but old wine that he didn't sell so it's coming home then going out to someone else. All far too complicated for me but I am sitting here motionless waiting for the wineman.
I'm off wine these days. I am tee-total which is a bit odd for me. I just cannot think of anything more revolting than booze. My liver is having a well earned rest.
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