Colours are therapy

Up and off to life drawing. Melissa a lovely tutor as ever. An older male model. I enjoyed myself and halfway through took out some coloured pencils and then the whole thing felt therapeutic and fun. 

Scuttled home and did quite a lot of work on Kansas, the story will be about 7k long I think. The only think it is lacking is a hair-raising end, but I am writing towards something, and it will be interesting to find out what happens. 

Listening to a podcast about Mary Queen of Scots, managed to mostly dodge the rain. Wearing my waterproof over trousers.

Spoke to Mum, who'd been to the boring club, which happens every Thursday. She also sorted out her car this week which had loose electrics and needed some adjustment to the brakes. Given that it had its MOT and passed with flying colours recently, one wonders what those clowns are playing at. 

For us, a quiet night. Lorraine back from looking after Enzo, while Beth had an appointment. I enjoyed listening to Patrick on Crozier's Creatives, acquitting himself really well, and addressing his stammer in what he said, which was rather moving. His playlist was a bit of an education in Irish music. Then Lozza and I watched Traitors like everyone-else. 

Below, a lively sky. And therapy.