I have been painting til I lost feeling in my legs - and loving it.
I got up this morning, climbed over sleeping children in the lounge (josie had come back with a school friend at about 1 in the morning after a karaoke party) and got straight to work on a couple of battalions of Austrians. I must have painted for at least two hours before 2nd child asked me to make pancakes. I managed to get another couple of hours in before dropping 1st girl off for a sleepover tonight and then going down to record my wife's concert. Now I have lit the fire and am settling into a restful evening of painting. Winter seems to be slowly making its presence felt (about 6 weeks late ) but I am happy in my little house at the bottom of the planet.