Studio time

A pinch and a punch for the start of the month. Romy has been marvellous and sent me a tax form, plus an outline letter to the California tax people to complete. This is brilliant. I also used Chat GPT to investigate mum's US widow's pension, and got lots of useful advice, although it also said we'd done all the right things so far, say what you like about AI but it is bloody useful in such circumstances. Spoke to Mum about it all.

Gym again today, and pressed on with editing my long interview with Will Harris, which seems to be taking ages. Succumbed to the torture of watching England, we started to watch just after England were already one goal down to the Democratic Republic of Congo, who played really well. England ragged and as ever going through patches of appearing never to have been formally introduced to each other. But Harry Kane scored two goals late in the second half to save the day.

Then went to play about in the studio with Lorraine afterwards. Lorraine happily at her pots. I was recently toying with the slightly clichéd idea of forgotten folk tales, and painted this monster coming over a hill. I enjoyed a big of daubing.

A bit of TV after, but we had a call from Maureen and had to go to Stratheden Court, to help. Afterwards we crossed the road to look at the last faint traces of sunset. Back to the car, and the bold fox that we often see there, just hanging about in the street watching us.

Below, Lorraine glazing, and my forgotten folktale daubing.