This was almost a nice arty post about how after some set backs at work I stopped and took the time to paint a picture. I was going to be a small amster piece painted on waste card and framed useing a similar method. Iwas not even put off by needing to find my brushhes which I have not used in many years.

I was slightly miffed that my 4/0 triangular fine brush was dead but I pressed on. I managed to locate the craft knife and then found I had no cutting board. My wife informed me that the cutting board was in a draw that had so much stuff stacked against it that I gave up any hope of getting to it.

Instead I invented a new craft mat out of junk and returned to the living room to paint my master piece. My card was gone. After a search it transpired that my mother (who was visiting) had been "helpfull" and had thrown it in the bin. But not content with that she had screwed it up so that it was no use as a foundation for a picture.

It was at that point that I took the hint that today was not an art day. It was a getting ****-all done day. That is the exact total of my achievements today. Nothing.