I used to have a very ornate wrought metal bed on which that was written. ( I got it from a sculptor by paying some money and 2 paintings. )

It must be wonderful to go to bed with the expectation of sleep, uninterrupted sleep.

On average I think that happens for me about twice a year. And for no particular reason.

Last night was particularly bad. It felt like I slept for a few minutes then was half awake for an hour and then repeat.

This morning when I climbed downstairs I ached all over and realised that was probably due to turning backwards and forwards trying to find the secret to falling asleep.

It was a wet and cold day.

It was necessary to go and collect a prescription and as I was out I thought I would just add to my stockpile of wine. Which led to me selling another painting.

That was very cheering.

Then I went home by the back streets and found that this street still had twinkly lights up.

Came home in much better mood than when I had gone out.

This time I had done virtually the whole trip without glasses. After a while I forgot I wasn’t wearing them. So I can manage.

Most of today I’ve read or watched Sky Arts Landscape Artist of the Year. I used to complain about James commenting( mostly rudely) on what was happening on TV. Some days I am not much better.

I suppose its inevitable as I like chocolate box paintings and think a landscape painting should be recognisably of a particular subject. And it is not necessary for a painting to look gloomy or ugly to give it value.

I once walked out of a creative writing class when it became obvious that doom and gloom was what was acceptable.

( I waited for the break and didn’t go back. I probably should have told the tutor that the class didn’t suit me…but I was younger then. )

I might also be a little envious of the competitors being encouraged to be themselves and use their own style.

However it’s dark outside and the day has passed, mostly warmly inside.

There are 8 more positives in Pisticci today.

Time for wine.

Cheers 🍷🍷