Priceless Paintings from W7

No post today, not a single one. I am drained by work, and by working all those workers around me. The builders need a-talking to, then the postman knocks and the builders’ coffee is done, I am running late for the dentist appointment and the architect stops by. I must run down to the store to get a couple of things for our supper, then the dear colleagues are on the lovely phone again, oh, and the cleaning lady also was in, some time in between everything.

I can already sense a need for a business trip coming up real soon.

For now, I am hanging in there, trying to get some paid work done so that I can pay everybody else for their work.

Phew. Had to get it off my chest. Feeling much calmer already.

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