Because I’ve posted nothing of artistic merit recently. Overtime has been plentiful this week - good for my bank account, but not for my sanity. Nor is it good to get a
wake-up phone call from your manager at 5:10am, demanding to know where you are when in fact you’ve slept through your alarm. These early morning shifts are exhausting, especially when followed by other shifts in the day. Or preceded by shifts that finish at 11:30pm. I think I need a big noisy alarm clock, as my phone alarm is clearly inadequate.
No more excuses - this week I will produce art of some kind.
Miss Pilchard had spent considerable time pondering over the invitation.