A bit late starting today. We went to London to see the amazing lo-fi Gospel-DooWop-Garage-Soul Revue show of Chain & The Gang. Then, as is tradition, we very nearly missed the 1am train - made it after a sprint across Victoria Station (it was like the Louvre scene in Bande A Part, only nowhere near as fun or carefree). Today I have a severely stiff neck, from looking up at the high stage, and I feel a bit hazy round the edges. I will have a Berocca and a cup of tea and I will go and paint.
Later, I return to the house and conclude that the Pink Path of Least Resistance is finished.
I allow myself a small, celebratory, Napoleon Dynamite-style "YESSSSS!", as I head back out to the garret.
[details of the rest of the day are sketchy, there is no photographic documentation, there are no notes. I can surmise from the opening paragraph that I was in some discomfort and possibly dosed up on ibuprofen, and I most likely did some painting. That was my purpose after all]
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