My very own Life in Paradise on a Beach Somewhere

Well here it is, my own backyard beach. All it took was a couple of tins of paint and a few hours making a mess with a paintbrush and a spraycan on the brick wall. (Although I ruined a perfectly good pair of slippers).

Now I have my own Life in Paradise on a Beach Somewhere. It was worth putting up with the two hours I lost yesterday afternoon when I leaned over to smell the paint. Left me with a headache too.

I’m sure I don’t understand why all these poor Juvenile Delinquents from broken homes who suffered traumatic toilet training go around sniffing things of this nature from paper bags. It’s not a pleasant experience.

Give me a couple of Bex powders, an asprin in a glass of coca-cola, a strong cup of tea and a good afternoon nap and I’m ready for anything. I’ll take the old-fashioned drugs anytime. With a small glass of sweet sherry.