I have started Painting number 3. I’d forgotten how time disappears at the end of the brush. I’ve nearly forgotten what my house looks like, the guinea pigs are in various states of dislike due to inconsistent feeding times and work is quickly becoming an intrusion. It’s all good. The other thing I’d forgotten is how painting is just getting yourself into problems and then getting back out of them! My cloud has taken over. Hmmph, I think it’s time to pack up.