Surfing

The tea cosy fitted Arty Antonia's teapot a treat, which was just as well as I think she would have broken off the spout to get the tea cosy on the pot such was her enthusiasm.  I took her cupcakes but wish I'd done more.  Really any less than 12 is just not worth it, especially if I eat most of them.  I now know.

Oh how it rained at the seaside.  I sat and drew the view of the stormy sky and sea from my window for hours and hours.  Waves are awfully tricky; they keep moving.  I want silly waves not perfect ones.  Just when I thought I'd got it a bit right kite and wind surfers appeared and they don't stay still either. I could take a photo but Mr Smith has confiscated the camera, mean git - well, to be fair it is his.  My phone was dead and, anyway, it takes awful pictures.

I went shopping in Chichester yesterday where I bought a camera and a gorgeous hat that folds up.  I am so pleased as I really thought I was going to have to wear a tea cosy to Goodwood.  I also bought a very smart jacket that I then wore to Scouser Tony's birthday party where I put in a fleeting appearance.  I was dying to get home as I had a new cupcake design I wanted to work on and I was missing my dog ... oh, and Mr Smith of course.  Cupcake wars on telly today ... somewhere in the deep trawling of high numbered Sky channels between the shopping channels and the porn.  We don't subscribe to those; Mr Smith is far too mean.

I am suddenly feeling very creative and, after I have tied up the beans and peas into little pyramid arrangements like Rachel's and picked the strawberries and made them into a pudding, I will paint a painting or at least make a start.  Rachel has inspired me. Royal Academy Summer Exhib this week;  I will pop along to Burlington House and see how to do it better, or differently, or with more determination. Then go back to my daubs.  I think I might be burning some midnight electricity this week before I dash back down to the seaside again.  I love it there.