While Rome burns

 I feel a little bit awkward this week, writing about domestic stuff, while Israel continues its barbarous persecution of Palestinians, but I personally need to read things that bring light relief at the moment so perhaps you do too.

I am feeling nervous about the upcoming exhibition. I don’t know why, when I haven’t been the last two times. Perhaps it’s because only one of the siblings seems to like my paintings and they’ve just been on a visit. Perhaps it’s because two of my biggest fans can’t come this year. Perhaps it’s because I am feeling old and things seem to get harder the older you get. 

Dave persuaded me to buy some more display stands to augment the ones I already have, and they are arriving this morning between 10.51 and 12.51. (!)

Dave said he’d assemble them as soon as they got here, and I suggested we wait till Friday. 

He said “We’ll do it today so you will have them assembled even if I die between now and Saturday.”

He was being serious.

I said: “If you are dead I shan’t be having the exhibition, you doofus.”

He said: “ I hope you will!”

This is what it’s like living with an Aspie.

My painting stuff, all tidied up.