The weekend was going to be great: relaxing, sleeping, dancing and then, today, out on my bike with my art kit, planning in particular to draw / paint a magnificent old tree and possibly ending at Caffi Wylfa for sustenance.
But fate took a hand, and I woke up yesterday feeling as though a serrated knife was embedded in my throat. Then the sneezing started.
So after an evening at home doodling, drawing and writing, followed by a restless and uncomfortable night, a sleep-deprived me will be spending the day in the studio ... hmm, I wonder what will come of it!
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