Crap weather, innit?

Thinking of Romy, looks as though Hereford is as wet, and even colder than London. Oh well. David did not appear yesterday, so after my customary coffee I legged it to the Lye Torng. There I sat outside until it became too cold and wet, and sketched St. George's Buildings, which were very awkward to draw at such an extreme angle. The tree I painted far too bright, and had to wash it off and just use ink to define it. I am rubbish at foliage. Nibby has done yet another excellent painting. The sky in particular is very good. She is going to paint some skies, which I am sure will be very effective. I can imagine some absolutely huge ones all around a gallery. I am still tackling the loo, as I am now afraid to use it. Nibby suggesting transferring the kettle to nearer the loo. I wish I had thought of that before. I am on my ninth kettle and shall go up to 20 this time as it is a bit easier. The water level is normal but I am distinctly unhappy about it still. If I had several hundred pounds I would get a plumber, but I suspect the problem may be in the outside drains, and can't even contemplate the money that would involve. Oh well. I may go to the Toulouse Lautrec tonight and do a bit of sketching. This weather, the loo, the shower and the leaking bath drain are all getting me down a bit. I think Kook has left a dead mouse somewhere inaccessible. There is a vile smell just outside the kitchen door despite the back door being open all day. Can't find the body though. He attacked me a bit more this morning, when demanding more Dreamy cat treats. I suspect there is some kind of addictive drug in these. On the plus side it is not actually raining yet this morning, and I am quite enjoying spending my time getting some sketching done.