Urban pirates

Weird of the day: This morning I saw a man in the street with a black eye patch and a cat wearing a red bandana on his shoulder. Urban pirate? He was no Johnny Depp however.

The teenager’s floordrobe has spread all the way down the stairs, across the living room and kitchen floors, and is threatening to spread to the front door and beyond. I am happy that she is working and saving up to travel during her gap year, but she needs to save time for tidying up as well. It is times like these that I long for back-up, a second parent sometimes. Single parents need to be all roles all of the time.

The painting is going well. Two openings to go to tonight.