I finished a painting .... at long last. It was a bit of an epic. I then cleared up the shed. Our son, the Apprentice, is very much a chip off Secret Squirrel's block. He stores things. There is so much wire in the shed you could run cable to the moon. I threw quite a lot of stuff out but this involves Mr Smith trying to keep things because they're "useful". Coming from a man who has never ever done any DIY in his life this is a bit much. I point out the three other miles of wire, lengths of grotty wood and black bags full of light switches that are never going to be used. He reluctantly agrees. I then make a great sacrifice - my glass jars. I have saved every jam jar we have ever used and it is quite a mighty hoard. I did once give a few to Internet Dating Jane who makes disgusting jams and chutneys - pear marmalade I remember being particularly unpleasant. The rest are waiting for me to make chutney which I do every three years using the maximum of six jars. So time for a cull. Mr Smith will take them to the tip tomorrow. Goodbye jars, I will miss you. However, the shelves are gloriously clear and I can now fill them with wire and useless light fittings.
I went to the market yesterday in search of a cheap vegetable. The bus got diverted and it rained so I didn't buy much. Not exactly news but I felt a bit disappointed like Rebecca probably did in the swimming when she only got a bronze.
Today I start my jigsaw puzzle. This is a painting to be turned into a jigsaw puzzle; I am not wasting my time putting little bits of cardboard together incorrectly. Sensible Alison is going to test the puzzle for me when I have had it made. She's good at that sort of thing being clever with lots of patience. I am merely painting the original being thick with only a little patience.
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