MouseI woke to the sound of early birds and the thin light of an early dawn and wandered half asleep and barefoot into the kitchen to put the kettle on to boil. That is when the drama began. I have rather superior pet cat, or at least she thinks she is superior; she wouldn’t want to get her paws dirty – if you know what I mean. This particular morning she wasn’t sitting in her usual place waiting impatiently for breakfast, instead she was sitting in front of the wine rack, which for reasons too complicated to go into here is kept on the floor in a corner of the kitchen, and she had a fixed expression of rapt attention which immediately alerted me to the possibility of a problem. All you cat owners will know just what I mean, that sinking feeling, that “Oh no what is it now” feeling.
Now I want to point out straightaway that I live in a very clean house, and mice, beetles, that sort of thing are unheard of here. But, we had been having some major building work done, at one point only a few weeks ago the whole of the back of the house had been open to the elements. So, as I gingerly looked behind the bottles hoping it was just a spider, I knew in my heart that this was a bigger intruder. Sure enough a brown fieldmouse, looking deceptively small and harmless, crouched threateningly.
If you really think our weather isn’t changing take a look at this from the met office. I don’t ever remember rain like this, over so much of the year
For some reason people who come to my exhibitions invariably ask me the same question, “Do you teach painting?” And, up until recently, the answer has always been the same, “Unfortunately not, at least not at the moment.”
The fact is I would love to teach art, but as an exhibiting artist I never seem to have enough time to get classes or workshops organised. I try to leave enough time between exhibitions, but then ‘life’ intervenes and I find I have to focus hard to create all the work necessary for the next exhibition.