The Prodigal Returns!

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Back from Almeria province, and laden with paintings from our various exhibitions there, not to mention my son, Corey; Miki and I were re-united today. It's been a long few days, and its always nice to come home to the one you love.

I just wanted to put a quick entry in here, to announce my return, so there'll be some more coherent pieces in the next few days hopefully!

I heard some upsetting news while down there about the wife of a friend of mine, who is terminally ill. Hearing something like that, knowing the person, and having seen them not too long ago in robust health, it really makes you aware of our mortality.
The lesson it teaches us is a hard one, but it must be learnt nevertheless. Live for the moment, sieze it, and when you've enjoyed it, sieze another. Our life is precious and all too short, We should squeeze every damn good thing out of it before relinquishing our hold on it.

Still a little green around the gills

www.goodaboom.com Good evening, bloggers...yes, that's right, in such a weakened state am I , that I can't post an entry until the sun goes down. Having trouble shaking off this cold. Nevertheless, I can report that I have been working hard! I've been modelling for Miki, in a series of drawings. The bulk of the work consisted of me lying down. immobile, doing absolutely nothing. I can report that I achieved this objective with all the aplomb of a professional. I expect to get asked back on a regular basis, following my sterling performance. Future projects I have up my sleeve include;

Sleeping on the sofa
Spending longer in the bathroom than is absolutely necessary
Sometimes moving my head a little.

I'm sure you'll agree, such a full programme is liable to take its toll, so I'm off now to get some well-earned rest.

The Incongruity of a Cold in the Sun

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It seems, dear peruser of blogs, that I have unwittingly returned from my brief sojourn in Germany with an unexpected memento; to wit, one Germ.
As I write, I gaze glassy-eyed at the computer screen, laden down with the Mother of all Colds. My head is doing a good simulation of being pumped with Cavity Wall Insulation, my nose that of Niagara Falls, and my eyes feel as though the sand from all the Costas has been introduced into them, without anaesthetic.

I’m coughing like an old man, feeling a Winter’s chill, yet gazing out at glorious sunshine and Palm trees. It is an odd displacement. Certainly, I contracted this waiting around at a deserted railway station in East Germany, but one feels you have to actually be there while you’re suffering its effects.

I feel a fraud, languishing, bunged up to the eyeballs, in the Mediterranean sun. Still, better off here, than there, of that I have no doubt.

It started with a sore throat, not the type I get from hard singing, but one that was clearly an infection, you can feel the difference. Then it was downhill all the way. I’m just glad I don’t have a gig for a few weeks. Perhaps there will be time for Niagara to subside, and some men to come and take out the Cavity Wall Insulation.
A Cavity Wall Insulation Man earlier today