A Painter's Day

When I woke up this morning I thought it was Saturday. Felt marginally sorry for myself, thinking of everyone else beginning a fun-filled long weekend. A thought entered my head that it was Thursday yesterday... and I perked up immediately when I realised that it must be Friday yippee. It's still a working day. 

I wasn't keen to get stuck into painting the final coat of the walls, so I began by putting up a picture. Obviously, not in the room that I'm painting. Made a list of the rest of the day as follows.

I'm rationing the latex gloves I bought with the paint etc. Only four left.

Tried Radio 4 again. Switched on to the beginning of 'The History of Tax'.

Switched off.

Windows opened wide so listened to birds instead.

Nearly stopped to see what noisy crow was up to. Maybe another Gull fight.

How desperate am I to down tools? 

Distracted by two Wood Pigeons drinking from bird bath.

Water needs replenishing.

Tea. Took picture of equally skiving Blackbird.

I took a break from painting - Mr. Blackbird took a sneaky break from feeding his hungry family

Tried Radio 4 again. 'Which banks are best? Big or small'. Not much to choose between them apparently.

Switched off.

Noisy Pheasant was driving me mad.

Downed tools and took a picture. 

Mr. Pheasant has driven himself mad with the dreadful din he's been making all day

Took pictures of a boat. Ant-sized so far away.

Big push to finish walls.

Tried radio again. ISIS and Syria this time.
Switched off after listening for a bit.

Done at 4.30pm (pm obviously). Would have to work on motivation/enthusiasm to paint all night.

Pooped.

Tea.

Collapsed (not literally) in chair in the garden.

Birds still making a lot of noise. 

I checked that there was a Goldcrest, and it was. 

Couldn't settle with all the flitting and chirruping.

Read Phil's blog www.acrosstheearth.weebly.com

Put sunglasses on.

Unsuccessfully tried to take sneaky pictures of busy birds.

Had a beer.

Fridays are alright.