… and I am just bored outta ma mind.
It’s nice here, it is, but I just don’t want to go out fishing on a bay in which you can’t see nuttin’ but water.
It’s just not my cup of tea.
Talking of which I must have had somewhere in the region of five billion cups in the five days we’ve been here.
I’m kind of all tea’d out now.
Might have to take to vodka…
So I don’t mind really because P doesn’t get much time to relax and he loves fishing and I get to play all day when I’m at home so it seems only fair.
Except I just can’t get down to anything.
I’ve brought my oil pastels, my sewing stuff and the book I’ve been reading for a year now, and I just can’t seem to get in the right frame of mind to do any of it.
I’ve taken to watching Lifetime movies, that’s how bad it is.
Might put one on in a moment.
Here’s all I’ve done so far.
A vase of flowers. Half finished.
And a half hearted drawing.
I’d started this one at home and brought it with me, but I can’t even be bothered to finish this one either.
I think I’m withering away.
And here’s P after a hard days fishing.
I can’t even be bothered to sleep.
Better get that vodka out.