It's a lovely day

Well a lovely weekend in fact.

Yesterday for the first time for ages I got out my paints (artwork - not painting the house :-)) and spent the whole of the afternoon just painting.

I had forgotten how relaxing it was. Now I'm no Renoir but to me the finished product is an expression of what I was thinking about and what I could see in my mind and I am pleased with the result. It was an acrylic painting as I've gone back to my favourite medium - acrylics - as I find them more suitable for me than watercolour. I guess I can't paint well enough for watercolour and with acrylics there is the opportunity to correct any errors as you go along.

So that was yesterday. Today I'm up early while Mick is still sleeping and I've sat in my kitchen/conservatory with the doors open listening the birds singing. Sunday mornings are always great because no-one else is up and it is so peaceful.

Later on this morning we are going to the garden centre nearby as our water feature in the conservatory is getting a bit past its best and Mick spotted some new ones which he quite liked during the week when he popped in for some grass tonic. Yes, he's still off sick but the physiotherapy is working and he is feeling better than he has for a long time. I think he's got one more week off work before he is pronounced well enough to return to heavy lifting but we have to wait until next Friday to see what the Physio says.

Then this afternoon I have a lot of sandwiches to make - 4 loaves in fact. Connor the second eldest grandchild is 11 years old on Tuesday and Ricky has arranged for a party for him with about 60 friends - from his old school that he will be leaving. Well we have all taken on a role for the supplying of food and mine is making sandwiches - tuna; ham; cheese; tuna & cucumber, ham & cheese - and whatever other combination I can think of. We have been invited to drop in, if we wish, but it is about an hours drive away and is not starting until 7 pm tonight when I will be getting ready for work tomorrow. Not being a miserable grandparent but I think I'll leave the 60 eleven-year-old's and disco to themselves :-)

Right well I think I've nattered on long enough...