Paint soooo much, but I just canny do it capt’n.
It’s my most worrying thing to do.
Sometimes I ignore it and just don’t look over at that whole other side of the studio, you know, the one with all the exciting colours patiently waiting to play.
But, I know it’s there, because it’s niggling a hole in the side of my head.
So today I’m going to get to it – it’s going to be a painting day.
Lighten up girl. Inspector Lynley is still half heartedly trying to solve the graveyard murder, which is a convenient place to get murdered in if you ask me, and as I only listen to the story when I paint, he’s pretty much been dragging his heals over the whole thing.
It’s time to put a stop to this story before anyone else gets hurt.
Actually, I’m not really enjoying it, it’s more something to listen to really. It does kind of take the painting anxiety away a little by dragging me into it’s (boring) drama, a bit like taking a xanax really, although it’s been going on for so long now that if someone doesn’t tell me who did it soon and explain to me how the whole little sub story about the toddler murder fits in to the thing, someone is going to hear about it.
So I’m off out now to paint and listen. I’ll let you know how the whole sorry mess turns out … if it turns out.
A little something for you to mull on while you wait.
Come on. You know you want to try it, if only to laugh out loud because you knew it wouldn’t work even before you tried it.
The clue here is (repeat if necessary), although the whole fizzy science experiment thing does sound rather exciting.