I have a new artist’s model. Meet Freyja, a darling little creature hardly more than 5 weeks old. Somebody found her wandering on her own on a farm and took her to the vet. Hannah-Jo, veterinary nurse extrordinare, and auntie as it happens, to Arthur and Percy, took her in and looked after her. Hannah called her Mud, because that’s what she mostly was when she came in. She needed a home, and so she came home with me, and now she is called Freyja. Arthur and Percy would like it stated that they were not consulted on the matter, neither in the naming, nor indeed in the adopting of such a creature in the first place, and there has been some grumbling, but I think they will come round, after all, who wouldn’t?
My thermometer says it is still barely six degrees (though discussions with people on site suggest it might be nearly as warm as seven). I will not say getting in is a thing that I find particularly difficult, but still, there is that special thing you do with holding your arms up high as you get in, as if that will keep them from getting wet…
18 minutes round the lake; our first swim of spring. We’ve made it: we swam all through the winter.
This is the recovery position for winter swimmers, not for drunk people. Though addled brains, an inability to speak in long sentences and a tendency to throw your drink all over the place are common to both conditions. You probably haven’t known shivering until you have known winter swimming, And still I persist in finding it strangely amusing.
Gentle reader, do not fear for the safety of Arthur: in a blatant abuse of artistic licence I have left out the armchair against which the boxes have come to rest. This is Arthur’s new favourite place from which to watch the football; he is a Sunderland fan, for reasons that are currently unclear.
Kez, again, in the pub, again. I will admit that this doesn’t look as much like Kez as a couple of other ones I drew of her; I was trying to catch a momentary expression, rather than a ‘Kez-sitting-still-because-I-am-drawing-her’ kind of pose, and it’s much harder to get that accurate enough for a close likeness. The hair is fairly accurate however, and she did have skulls on her cardi in the shape of bunches of cherries!
It is Sunday, which means that one can have a lazy snooze and leisurely ablutions on the sofa, in the knowledge that no builders, plumbers or other ne’er-do-wells will disturb one’s peace until tomorrow morning. True, the humans seem to have been very busy today and there is a noticeable lack of… well… everything, in two rooms of the house now. but they are one’s personal humans and so relatively trustworthy.