Problem is that the head situation at the time required a severe change of scenery and I certainly got that and feel as right as rain in that department, and definitely feel as though i have left that rancid spell behind me.

Just not a mad fan of how corporate everything around me is and how I have to force self to find enough energy to get to art class twice a week. Ugh. I write this from Switzerland where I have had zero time to self on this work trip so far.

I cant wait to live in Cardiff and be able to go here all the time to watch general loveliness. Just wish I’d have Becky near me to watch the Italiano ones with though

Other than that I’ve been working on my artwork and have bought  a massive set of watercolours to get to grips with which is going well. I’m going to do some paintings and hang them in the pub and hopefully sell some, perhaps, maybe. 

Oh, and I’m going to Abu dhabi for the most of May to stay with my beloved brother who is going to save my mental health one step at a time We’re going to go nuts in the desert, quad biking, camel riding, mosque visiting, and various other abudhabiesque exploits. It’s going to be 43 degrees this friday there so Allah only knows how hot it’ll be in May. I need to buy some scarvy covery up things to avoid prison from overexposure. You get arrested if caught drunk in the street. I wonder if I’ll come back as a Muslim. That’ll give people something to talk about. Sounds bloody lovely over there. I will take a million photos and do a million sketches. And prints of all the patterns in the mosques and all the gorgeous architecture there. I seriously can’t wait. There is a group of Italians there too who I can hang out with, and one of the other pilot’s girlfriend’s is going to be there, who’s Welsh and speaks Italian

Oh, and I’ve booked a cello lesson in Monmouth for hardly any money at all. I have come to the point where I either sell it, or use it. And I can’t bear to sell it so I’m going to give it a shot.