How lucky am I to live in a cosy house with little risk of flooding. This is what I was thinking last night, as we sat by the fire doing a crossword together.
And this morning I felt it even more as I read the news that the beleaguered (a word that is nowhere intense enough) people of Gaza are standing in flooded tents because they too have suffered heavy rainfall.
Meanwhile the bloody Israelis are still restricting the flow of aid.
I had a chat with one of my brothers the other day and he said how nice it was to read a cheerful blog post (like my last one.) I am having happy days and I’m thankful.
I went to see my painting in the Fronteer Gallery this last week. And I know three Sheffield friends have been to vote for it. Did I tell you the prize was a two week solo exhibition? Wish me luck!
And today is MsX’s third birthday! Whooppee! I shall see her and her family and have lunch with them. I’ll see her trying out her new scooter. I can’t wait. She is such a funny little character. So active, so spunky, throwing herself into new experiences with huge gusto. If she was offered a bungee jump I’m sure she would take it. And yet she looks like the kind of pretty-pretty child, with her long curly hair and her round pink cheeks, who would prefer to sit quietly and play with dolls. Imagine a Mabel Lucie Attwell girl.
OK, that’s enough grandma slush.
I have to get up and do my knee exercises. Then I shall paint until it’s time to see the family.
I hope you are safe and dry and that you have a good day.
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