Tuesday's painting...

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Cat and I had a couple of good nights sleep.
Why?
I put on my electric throw over the bed.
Cat has slept on top of that. So none of this business of checking up on each other at various points of the night, because he has been choosing to sleep in the front room.
However he did rouse himself several times to gently pat my face with his paw in the night.
So, I turned electric throw on again for another hour (it is on a one hour timer). And I went straight back to sleep, and so did he.

Then I went to make a cuppa, and came back to bed. And I realised the electric throw was on, and it shouldn’t have been. And cat is asleep by the controls...

It is now getting daylight and I went to make another cuppa. But I unplugged the electric throw first.

Cat is in a mood when I get back. Biting the electric throw. Maybe he was asking for it to be put on again. I told him no, and he is sulking under it now...

My art contribution for today. It’s a bit of an odd one. Many of you are aware I belong to Postcrossing, and I send and receive a lot of postcards. But since Covid lockdowns and stuff all over the world, the delivery of postcards has been erratic. We don’t get a postal delivery every day any more. I would say about 3 times a week maximum. And the local online site I belong to is also questioning how often postal deliveries are in this area.

But now, I have realised that the postman are not collecting from the little local postboxes, like in my painting this morning. Normally the postman on foot opens up the boxes and then takes the mail back to the sorting office.

I usually post in one of these little postboxes. But I have noticed that the little metal plate which says the day of the week on it, has not been changed. Which means either the postman collecting the mail forgot to change it, which indicates the mail has been collected, OR this means the mail isn’t being collected every day. Presumably because the postman on foot is not delivering letters every day. 

Last week, I awoke early to write and send some postcards. 12 postcards in all. I cannot walk to the postbox because of my arthritis (and it is on a very steep hill so I cannot use my mobility scooter either), so I have to use the car. Then a couple of days later, I went to post another 6 postcards. And instead of the postbox sounding//feeling emptyish, it felt as though it had quite a bit of mail in it. And the metal plate had not been changed to say the mail had been collected the day before. Then on Saturday I had to go out to the shops, and I went and dropped some more postcards and letters in the same postbox. The metal plate still had not been changed from quite a few days previously. The postbox was sounding/feeling quite full. I was annoyed, but assumed, as you would do, that it would be collected on the Saturday.

Monday, yesterday, I had to go out, and I had written two more postcards. Without thinking, or checking the metal day of the week plate, I just put my two postcards in. They didn’t drop far, the postbox was nearly full. I was so annoyed with myself for forgetting.

Then as I drove further on, I noticed a lady standing in front of another small postbox. So I stopped the car and asked her why she seemed puzzled. She explained that it didn’t seem the postboxes were being emptied, and the metal plate was from a few days previously. Her letters were important. So I explained about my postbox not being emptied. She decided to walk to the nearest post office to post her letters. About half a mile away, and hand them in there.

I won’t be posting mail in my little local postbox any more. I will drive down to the nearest main post office, and hand them in over the counter, asking them to be hand franked with the date before they put them in the bag.

Why my painting today? I had bid on some unused old postcards on eBay. And there were a few of them which were black, some maybe with a moon, saying “Wish you were here, from Bognor Regis...” or other places.

I was toying with that idea in my head last night. And in the end this morning, I combined that idea with the neglected postbox in Procreate.

It probably wouldn’t make sense without my explanation!