After being awake most of the night and thinking that I was weird and friendless….3am isn’t a good time to make sense….I remembered how I painted  portraits that meant something to people. 

Sunday is usually a day at home. When James was here we used to either be at antiques markets or at the “Esso “for lunch. Nowadays I try and paint something special for myself which is a nice way to pass the time.

So I found a collection of special things and got out my neocolour 2s.

Now I have a nice job for tomorrow as well as varnishing the Madonna. 

It’s windy outside. I tried to take a photo of the tree blowing in the wind, but as usual, it didn’t really work.

Today I spent some time upstairs sitting on my bed with my killer cushion. If I put the electric blanket on it’s pretty nice.

Now it’s  Sunday vlog time.

Cheers🍷🍷