How come the one afternoon I think I will have a little afternoon nap they decide to do major hedge trimming next door right outside my bedroom window. Grrrr. Now the estate agents have rung and woken me up. I will get up, ponce about with my hair and trog round the supermarket, then go to market research. I am holding forth on ski holidays with no shoes on. I had a message saying the owner of the house we are going to likes us to remove our shoes. Foot fetishist?
I got up super early this morning, painted loadsa pics and felt jolly good. Then I was jolly tired. I love an afternoon nap because I tend to have lovely dreams - nicer than night time ones.
I am having such trouble with constipation these days. I am quite jealous of the Queen having gastroenteritis. I am getting fatter and fatter and have taken the entire contents of the medicine chest short of plasters - all to no avail. This is very annoying as I was doing so well on my diet. I am now heavier than I was last week. I have taken Movicol, senakot max strength, flax seeds, psyllium husks and lots and lots of water and I am still bunged up.
Paintings are coming along nicely and I have managed to get myself another day as mother in law has sciatica and can't get round the art gallery. No Manet which is a bit of a blow but no poor Mrs Smith Mother of Mr Smith with backache is quite a relief. Rest up. I will paint.
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