Of toucans and tea breaks.

Today I wore blue surgical scrubs with a very fetching matching disposable hat and white theatre clogs, it's very glamorous painting murals in hospital corridors you know. A spooky empty echoing corridor this time, very different to working in busy children's wards where small voices offer help and jovial Dads point and say "oh, you've missed a bit, ha!"

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...