Dearest hopalongers & bootyboot clompers.

Dearest hopalongers & bootyboot clompers. Well, after a second discussion with the secretary it still seems I'm not able to get to see my surgeon till July 23rd. So nearly another 8 weeks in my bootyboot. Today it's 106 days. So rather than sulk, I'm put myself into a happy positive space, sat at my art desk and painted a happy Gonk rock for a friend's garden. It's pouring with rain in Cornwall, winds blowing a hoodie, but with some nice soothing music, g&t, my art space I made the day possible.