|Transition 2 © Caroline Fraser|
It looks great.
But unless someone buys it I will be seriously out of pocket.
But do not fear, reader dear.....
I have found a solution.
A way to earn £150 per hour.
That's 30 of these little blue things.
HOW? I hear you ask.
Well here is the secret....
my OH ( other half) is always losing things.
Keys, phone, comb....
Actually not phone; it is always in his pocket, just so he can check how windy it is when it seems to be windy in the garden; and then tell me that
the phone says 'it is not windy'
Even though it clearly is.
You get the picture. We have conversations like this daily.
'my phone said it wasn't going to rain'
'my phone says it should be sunny'
The phone is really extraordinarily useful.
BUT NOT AS USEFUL AS ME
While I am busy thinking about how art looks better in white spaces and not on a crummy table in a college exhibition space, OH has lost his shirts.
|my rose, someone else's chair|
TWO OF HIS FAVOURITE SHIRTS
|my lake picture, someone else's sofa|
I am tired of listening to this stream of lost things.
I decided to offer cash to find the shirts.
£5 to be precise.
He agreed. I wandered upstairs and found said shirts in his wardrobe, within a minute. Back down in two.
HOW DID YOU FIND THEM? I LOOKED THERE THREE TIMES?!
What can I say?
I just took the money, and ran.
|my rose, someone else's sofa and another someone else's sofa|
All I need now for him to lose something every 2 minutes and I'll be off on that dream cruisebefore he even has time to check the weather.