The hibernation season must be making me slack.
Or else, it's because Miss California 1968 only just left on Sunday, leaving me a few days to catch up with stuff that got put on hold for a fortnight.
This included a visit to Sledgette Major to pick up her dog kennel.
I say "kennel" but it's more like a genuine doghouse.
It weighs a ton and I had to bring it back to Villa Sledge in anticipation of dogsitting in a few weeks time.
I'll keep you posted on this one.
Should be interesting to see how she (the dog, Roxy) goes with the Hound of the Baskervilles next door.
Hope she'll keep him in his place and bloody quiet.
Anyhow, the doghouse was so heavy, I didn't bother tying it down to the tray of the ute.
No way it was going anywhere.
Still ... doing 90k on a road going East, I looked in the mirror and could see it lifting.
My nerves started snapping like knicker elastic in Lower Minjup on pay night.
Shit, if it'd have come off the back, there would have been major strife.
Pulled in right away and strapped it down, to the bemusement of passing truck drivers.
Also caught up on my Ned series.
(Can't paint while there's anyone else in the house for some odd reason.)
So "The Last Breakfast" is now done.
Remember, I posted a sketch of it earlier?
Here's what I think will be the final (= abandoned) version -- 40 x 60 cms canvas.
Click to enlarge.
