Today it is raining cats and dogs so I’m not up scaffold, in west sun, baking like a honey bun.
This fortnight has tested most of my faculties: I’ve been many stories high painting an epic mural on a tight (self imposed) deadline. I’ve woken at 5.15 week days to avoid traffic so I can land in the epicentre of the Gold Coast unscathed. And lastly, my poodle cross was poisoned; to the point that on a Sunday night I was in Emergency with him praying like a sinner. Believe me