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We’re off, the bags are in the truck and the engine is running. I have a bit of a wobbly tummy but it will be fine if we can all just get there and I don’t leave anyone behind on the doorstep!

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Lemonisnicket

You may or may not be glad to hear I'm coming to the end of the lemons. One can only paint lemons for so long before you start to see yellow spots on the back of your retinas.

So, I'm off to Killarney for the craic. Thank you all those kind friends who have warned me away from the blarney stone. Yes, I am aware that I need no extra help in that department and will take your concern as a compliment. I think!

Lemon impasto

Doesn't "Lemon impasto" sound a bit like an italian starter?

Anyway, I took some time to paint these two lemons before they met their fate in a glass of Jameson last night after dinner.  Perfect!

Loose lemons

Feelin’ all loose and jiggedy jig today and this is the result! I wouldn't be surprised if you see more lemons featuring in the next week or so as Pancake Tuesday is coming up and that is as close to a national holiday as it gets in my house.

When I was little my dad, who my sister and I lived with, was fanatical about Pancake Tuesday. We usually went to my Nana's house that day but one year for some reason we couldn't go. So after work he put us in the car and took us to a nearby hotel, marched us into the fancy restaurant and asked to speak to the Maitre D . "Ok he said we'll have pancakes all round with plenty of lemon and golden syrup" The Maitre D explained that this was a gourmet type of place and they didn’t have golden syrup etc. My Dad shifted himself a little and slowly explained that here were two little girls who otherwise would not get pancakes on Pancake Tuesday and, in the circumstances, could they not send the commis chef down to Dalkey village on his bike to get some golden syrup. We’d wait! And they did!

Contemplative Puss

Have you read Cormac McCarthy’s The Road? It's an incredible but terrifying story of a man and his son surviving in a post-apocalyptic world. I remember reading it all through the night and into the morning because I was too frightened to go to bed before the end. Last night I watched the trailer for the movie on utube to see if I would be brave enough to go see it (which I've decided I'm not) before sitting down to painting the first of two paintings.

I had just finished the one above, another of Purdy, when all the lights went out in the area and the heat went off. The country has just ground to a halt after an embarrassingly small amount of snowfall and now with the thaw we're getting floods and water shortages both and now black outs! Hardly post apocalyptic but what’s going on? There must be someone I can write an indignant letter to?

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