Monday, it is always Mondays that the bookings come flooding in and filling my blank diary.
We confused the Tescos delivery man this morning. Harriet had an order an hour before mine. We had to gently force him to let us have both lots of shopping.
Hetty started her new playgroup. She was very brave and very happy.
I have a guest this evening. The house now sparkles (where he can see it).
The Fiat is at the garage. We await a diagnosis. It could be its final few days on the road.
Final Chapter
The bookcase has two top coats
The End
I tidied my art bags and set off in the high hopes of an evening of inspiration. It was shut, both gates. Someone has got the date wrong.
Sooo Disappointed
Watercolour and Ink
Paper with Woodchips
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