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They are tearing our mall up and turning it back into a street.  Bits of concrete and dust everywhere.  Fences with shadecloth and that weird orange mesh to mark holes in the ground.  It's great.  I think I almost like it better than the trees.  The fences change each weekend I am here. 

Somewhat pissed I made a mess on a small square of canvas last night with some paint and in the morning light I wonder what I can do to it to make it look nice.  Perhaps you have never heard of Mr Squiggle?  It was a childrens show where kids would post in some scribble and Mr Squiggle would turn it into a picture of something with his pencil nose whilst it was upside down on a talking grumpy blackboard. 

I lack Mr Squiggles skills.  It may never look nice. 

Sadly, I am no artist.  I know bugger all about painting.  I am not much interested in learning.  Strangely though, every now and then, I get the urge to smack paint on a surface.  Perhaps it is just some kind of thwarted vocational urge showing itself and I was really meant to be a house painter?

Off in search of food.
Hungry now.
Bye.

P.S.  second hand fridge gets delivered Monday -woot!