Struggling with the first really nasty cold of the season and contemplating how I deserved it. Slipped all to easily into smoking sly fags in the garden over these stressful weeks and quickly graduated to not-so-sly ones at all times of the day or night, justified to myself and anyone else who cared to listen by the excuse as above. Once this cold started to kick in and my lungs tried to eject my body it was time at last to see reason and resort to the cup of tea solution that has never let me down. Annoyed with myself all week as the germs took hold in my weakened chest and mildly fascinated at how quick the process was; no colds all winter until this and now I am struggling with sleep, headachy and lousy generally. That coupled with the ever more horrific stories and pictures coming from Japan have curbed my enthusiasm for anything this week. Stu apologised for being less than upbeat about the premises we are still going for and I laughed; after our first experience of losing out to another interest at a time when we were thought we were confidently romping up to the finish line I am not about to start counting chickens.
While all appears to be progressing as it should I will not be letting up my worrying until we are sitting on the shop floor with a key in our hands making lists. Until then it is time to work on some painting, try to breathe and try not to dwell too long on the horrible things happening half way around the world tonight.
Completed my optimistic piece - 'The Birds of Fortuity' at a time when they seem to have deserted the earth; I guess there is always space for optimism, however feeble.
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