So the little Scottish summer continues! Usually we would be bemoaning the arrival of the haar, which blots out so many potentially lovely days, but we basked again. Comedy shopping at work today; everyone at the checkout stocking up on sausages, ice cream, Pimms, beer, bamboo skewers... and pointing out the weather and the fact that they are about to be out in it and, yes I am not. Ha, I had my time; up early again and indulged in a spot of extreme weeding with Stu of our neighbours drive, which had matured to a full meadow over our year away in Arran. A couple of hours and some seriously dirty fingers and we supped our tea in the sun on happy clean slabs.
My culinary experiments are being hampered by an evil stomach which was probably brought on by a bit of a cake-fest when my ma visited; I have an unhappy relationship with sugar and can only shovel or ignore it. I actually used to have a recurring dream/nightmare in childhood about being forced to eat bags of sugar by the spoon in a recreation of the room from Rumpelstiltskin (Ladybird edition). So yeah, off the sugar for now and nay puds. Had to watch Stu polish off his fruit salad and Arctic Roll tonight, which brings me to another question - why do all of our 'budget' meals end up being a 1970s rerun? I guess its a parental budget memory from out youth, but there is a real pattern emerging here...
Did a fine piece of paint water ingestion this morning; never a good idea to keep your drinking an d paint brush washing water in identical bottles, but I do, to my cost. Tastes very chalky, unnaturally warm and a little perfumey. Not good. I have to keep everything in bottles instead of glasses to avoid Twig the cat's attentions; she really loves water in any shape or form and even gets excited by plant watering. We are now used to finding her in the sink.
Another painting annoyance kind of solved today; the mystery of the knackered filberts. A filbert being a tapered but not pointy brush which I love to use, and the mystery revolving around why so many end up bent and useless after careful washing. Answer? Ex boyfriend's paintbrush cleaning technique is fatally flawed and causes brush hairs to splay. Years it took me to figure this out? Don' t even ask, but I am beginning to look into the possibility of truth in the blonde/stupid correlation.
Finished another pic for Leith which I have spent the afternoon thinking of titles for. Decided on 'Strawberry morning' for the exuberant red dawn sky behind my little meditator.
Good lordy bee I am tired tonight; a humid one and still a bit of book to read, so off I scoot.
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