Hello Dear Reader, you may have noticed that I’ve been a bit quiet this last month or so.
The reasons for this are multi various, mostly related to the move into my new studio. It’s pretty much functional now. My giant cupboard is stuffed and the work area is clear.
The space is small but lovely. There were times that I regretted cleaning it so well, I fear I may have shrunk it. Throughout the unpacking process I wished that I had access to some Time Lord technology to make it bigger on the inside.
The space is perfectly ready for me to get into action, however, slumping in my Dad’s chair, deciding what form future work might take, is mostly what’s happening in there right now.
I’ve undertaken detailed decorating that may never be finished, but it works well in its partially completed state. It can be best categorised as creative fannying around. Cornflake woke me up one morning last week, worried I might be late. Heaven forbid I should be untimely for messing about, cutting and sticking.
The other thing slowing me down is politics. The johnson and his crew are as untrustworthy, incompetent, dishonest and the fully fledged practitioners of cronyism, as their past behaviour would suggest. It’s depressingly predictable. I just can’t be arsed to find intelligent, coherent words to express my disregard for their skullduggery. Instead, at Frenchie’s suggestion, as she suffers likewise, I have constructed a knobometer or knob-o-meter if you’d prefer. You may find this a useful tool, ha, sorry, to grade levels of knobiness, when confronted with the actions of our shitshow of a government and their unelected leader.
Or you might put it to use when out shopping, your choice.
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