WORK IN PROGRESS

Playing today. And I was very good and wore my painting pinny and stayed clean. Though at one point I was dragged off down the lane by G  to look at a strange bird, feathered variety, and bumped into a local GP and his wife. It wasn't until afterwards that I realised why he had kept glancing at my right hand and arm. It looked as though it was covered in dried blood!

After I had cleared my painting stuff up I realised I had forgotten about my brushes. Stupidly I washed them minus the pinny and I now have a blood red spattered cream shirt. Stupid girl. Sorry HOW.

Late in  the evening we had a thunderstorm and the most spectacular sheet and forked lightening. I was at the back bedroom window for about an hour watching it.