Tuesday, 29 January 2013

I'm trying to lose my new best friend.

   I'm trying to lose a cold at the moment and being a typical man that means lying on the sofa watching TV to the very early hours and wearing the same sweatshirt for several days on end. Yes I know, you're as surprised as me to learn that after taking these surefire measures I still haven't managed to shift it.
    My flatmate woke me up at 4 this morning to see if I was alright. Slightly puzzled by this, I asked why wake me at 4 in the morning? "well I hadn't heard you coughing for a couple of hours, so thought I'd check". I'm still confused over that one.
   We had a blue sky here for the first time in an age.So I decided to get out for a walk in the fresh air. Unfortunately the "fresh air" was freezing and while I was wrapped up warm. Parka, furry hood, long scarf and gloves this didn't protect my lungs from the cold air and all that breathing left my chest aching. The blue of the sky was so clean and fresh, with the odd white fluffy cloud to add a little depth and contrast. After my recent visits to various galleries I wondered what the artists I'd admired would make of it? Turner, Soutine, Monet and Cotman all agreed it was indeed a wonderful shade of blue but it was bloody cold, so please could we all go and have a warm drink. We all traipsed  home, me and my imaginary artist friends, they arguing the merits of brush stroke over palate knife. Me stuck at the back with my cold for company.

Onwards and upwards in pursuit of fulfillment and happyness :-) 

1 comment:

  1. Please do not sneeze or cough in my direction. I get quite enough of that at my job.

    Feel better soon.