Today has been a LOT. I am struggling with the smell and my allergies are going mad with the stench still blanketing us from the rubbish facility that is miles away. I feel so bad for the people living close to the place because if it’s affecting me this much, they must be in absolute hell.
Naturally the local council are saying there’s no risk to health, and only focusing that advice on the closest village, they aren’t acknowledging that the pollution cloud is blanketing a much wider area.
So. I am miserable.
As if that sensory overload wasn’t enough, our builder surprised us today and turned up to begin repairs on the wall that driver smashed a few weeks ago. I mean I’m happy that he’s here two weeks earlier than he thought he would be, but the way we found out about that was just a sudden outburst of banging as they dismantled the broken section.
I did manage to switch off a bit and paint, and today painting was as much about self-regulation as it was about making art.
I’m obsessed with this reference from my usual muse that I came across. There will be more versions of this one.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
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Thrummie Bizzum 
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