A year ago we were preparing for our journey back to England to view some properties in Lincolnshire. Our Airbnb host was charming, we had no idea he was the Bishop of Grimsby! I can’t believe it‘s been a whole year since we first glimpsed what was to become our home.
In three weeks’ time the builders are scheduled to arrive and start tearing my kitchen apart. The wall between the kitchen and dining room is going to be demolished and a steel RSJ inserted so there will be considerable mess. I shudder to think of the dust. My dad would probably say there is nothing wrong with the existing kitchen. My task will be to keep Rick from licking the workmen to death.
Today was art class. I didn't feel like painting flowers so I did a harbour scene from a photo.
I think the tutor has noticed my lack of enthusiasm with water colour because she has given me a whole set of second hand oil paints that had been abandoned by an ex-student. I have never used oils before so I’m looking forward to getting my hands dirty and doing something really big and abstract. I need something to hang on the wall of my new kitchen.
|it would be a shame not to use them|