Miaow

I have now emerged from a week of slumber and feel back in the land of the freezing living.  Cor, it hasn't half been parky.  It is raining today which is a vast improvement.  It is now grey and miserable rather than sunny and frosty.  Anyway, I am emerging in my all in one leopard pussycat outfit which I wear all day and night and will continue to do so until it smells.

Mr Smith's stinky cold and hacking cough have dispatched me to the spare room.  Lovely, no clobber and a good night's sleep.  Also no Mr Smith.

I have to accompany Mr Smith to the golf christmas dinner dance on Saturday - groan.  Can I wear my pussycat outfit?  oh apparently not.  It's tiaras and ball gowns.  OK. What can I cram myself into?

Dilemma du jour: (there usually is one).  If I paint every day, including cancelling Christmas, I still will not have enough time to produce all the paintings I need for my show in March.  This is unfortunate.

East west home's best

Sorry about the lack of posts.  Tropical Internet connections are plenty dodgy but now I have dragged my exhausted self back across the Atlantic normal service will be resumed.

I had a wonderful time but I am so tired now I want to die.  Mr Smith has a stinking cold.  He also has a very irritating cough.  I hope he doesn't give it to me for Christmas.

I am nicely brown like the Christmas turkey which is lovely.  I painted as much as I could but the last few days were a little unruly when my friend Outrageous Anne turned up and we had some fun.  I did miss my family and after about seven days was bursting to come home.  Anyway, I was able to leave all my clothes at Outrageous Anne's house so took home an almost empty suitcase and don't have to drag it all back in March. OA is going out with a black guy half her age - what a hoot.

And so to bed for absolutely ages.

Travelling daydream

Eventually everything was found and crammed into a couple of bags and transported over land and sea and a bit more of both to the little island of Nevis in the sunny Caribbean.

I arrived in a whirl and a flourish at a bar in town.  I eventually was dragged out of the bar and up the mountain to my hotel where I have been ever since recovering from a hangover - very deserved.  I have met up with loads of old friends and sold a few small paintings.

Last night I was at a live music thing at the other end of the island.  It went on til late and I was bursting to go home as I was horribly tired and off the booze.  I ended up drinking a glass of wine and  staying til the small hours.  I was giving my friend, Selling Glinnis, a lift home so had to wait for her to finish enjoying herself.  I don't like driving at night here but with a passenger it is all much easier.  Selling Glinnis has sold loads of paintings for me so it is worth keeping her sweet.

I was supposed to go out tonight to yet another bar but I fell asleep.  I know sleep is for sissies but tonight I will happily be the drippiest weed in the world. I need some kip.  I will probably go straight back to British time instead of beating jet lag but tonight will be an early one.  And so to bed .... Chirrup, screech, bray, croak ... the sounds of the tropics.