I knew something was wrong when I woke up in the middle of the night to find Paul on his hands and knees on the bedroom floor.
"It's my back, I can't move!" He was trying to get to the bathroom. The previous day he had 'tweaked' his back while doing some DIY stuff in the new kitchen. He went bowling on Friday evening and seemed fine when he returned. He was in a lot of pain yesterday that was only relieved by him stretching out on the floor with his knees bent and feet resting on a stool. And a hot bath. And being waited on.
Today he is much better but still not very mobile. I am on double dog walking duties and head chef and gardener. Yesterday Paul talked me through pizza making process. I was quite pleased with the result except it was square and not round. This has all meant that I haven't been able to proceed with my oil painting and the masterpiece is at a standstill.
I did manage to get a Yellow Ochre wash (thank you Cro) on to the canvas yesterday morning but my attempt at painting a birch tree was not overly successful. It resembles a Dalmation dog's leg rather than a tree trunk. So my artistic endeavours are temporarily on hold until I can give it my full attention.
Got to go, someone's calling me...