Getting to grips with drawing every day. Anything.
Mr Gonecycling finally decides what he can give his Mother for her 70th birthday.
Happy Birthday Granny! She loved it, job done.
But I'm now completely done-in. That's all my creativity spent for this week, and both myself and Mr G are feeling rather depressed and don't really know what to do with ourselves.
All our energies this week have gone into fighting this, which is all the more depressing because it comes hard on the heels of the threat of 1000 new houses being built on the land immediately adjoining our ancient woodland and playing fields. And if that wasn't enough, there is an exhibition in town of proposals to tackle our "traffic problem" (surely about to be exacerbated by the building of 1000 new houses?)...one ludicrous suggestion is to build a flyover over the infamous River Uck.
The whole thing makes us feel sick. They're going to build on green fields, block our view to the Downs, build a flyover at the end of our little road, in a Sussex market town, and then force us into our cars to walk our dogs.
Just to turn the screw a little more, I've also had a very depressing meeting with colleagues: our pittance of a wage for being seasonal exam invigilators is being cut by 22% as we have been put onto the same salary scale as bean-ladlers and spud-bashers and toilet-unblockers. This is despite the majority of us being qualified teachers or very experienced school support staff. And now there is a pay'n'contracts meeting for Adult Ed tutors next Friday. The omens are not good.
I'm very sorry to be gloomy, but it's been very hard to stay chipper when the blows are coming at us from all sides. I don't think I've ever looked forward to Mothers' Day and a bottle of bubbly more than I do today!
Have a good weekend everyone