Of toucans and tea breaks.
Then there was the time a busy bone-saw could be heard in the background while I was painting the 'Welcome to Trauma Theatres' lettering. Eesh.
Anyway to get back to today, I was asked to design a mural for a long corridor wall and there were enough funds left for two days work; we agreed on a 'wavy' procession of South American birds and butterflies travelling towards the rainforest I'd painted in one of the anaesthetic rooms a couple of years ago.
As usual it took a while to get up the courage to make the first mark on the wall, with only a warm ball of bluetack instead of the 'edit undo' safety net.
Once started though, I could've happily spent all day drawing birdies on walls, but thought I should start adding some paint really. Just hope it'll all get finished in time tomorrow.
Stopping for a quick cuppa in the staffroom and flicking through an old copy of Cornwall Today magazine, it was great to see one of my own illustrations, so a pretty good day altogether.
Unless of course, I've painted the birdies on the wrong wall...