So bored I had to paint.

I have over a hundred channels to watch on TV. Quite a lot for England. So you'd expect that I could find a good war film, a horror film, or in fact just about anything.

   NO!

  Jubilee, jubilee! Pretty soon I'm going to self combust out of spite.

   So I decided to paint. I can't write because I did that all night, and I'll probably do it again tonight 

   I don't quite know where I'm going with this but it's good to paint again after so many weeks writing and a decade (or so it seems) of the Jubilee build up. There's something wrong with the scale  but I'll fix that. I almost found myself painting a flotilla of boats before I wrenched my hand away from the tablet and gave it a good slap.

   While I'm waiting for my wonderful beta readers to finish with my horror offering , I'm almost half way through the final edit of Hoodies Two. I think it's better than 1. That's good, although my insecurity immediately suggests that if that's the case then number one must have been rubbish. 

   I'm going to get out more before I worry myself into an early grave.