Friday, 25 March 2011

Cadair Idris and Merlin

The painting above is of Cadair Idris. I decided to make a few minor changes in it today before it is framed. So I spent an hour on it. That’s it. It's finished.

Its been like “Fred Karno’s Army” here today with dogs and children. “Fred Karno’s Army” actually refer’s to a group of comedians including Stan Laurel, Charlie Chaplin and of course Fred Karno who as a group caused mayhem and were completely chaotic. I can think of several organisations I have dealt with that could rightly adopt the title. My sympathetic nature prevents me from naming them.

Anyway we are looking after two children and a dog until Sunday. Alex has been painting garden furniture, sorting out our prints and shopping. Having prints made of your work are really quite essential but it is easy to get carried away with it. It is expensive to have them done properly, which of course we do. We use the DOT Foundry near Bridgend. They are award winning Fine Art printers and are lovely to deal with. They are also perfectionists.

We only have a dog ourselves (when we are not a boarding kennel for the family) but we have had cats in the past.

Some years ago just before Christmas I heard a noise and went to the front door with the dog. I opened the door and a black cat ran past me and shot into the living room making himself comfortable on the sofa. No amount of persuading would move him and he was quite wild although of a tolerant disposition. That is he would allow you to feed him and shelter him but wasn’t keen on being fussed. Although he would sometimes jump on my lap when I least expected it. Merlin (as we called the cat) paid him no attention whatever to our dog. One look from the cat would send the dog to sulk in the corner.

It wasn’t so much that we had a cat but we had a lodger.

Our neighbours also experienced Merlin’s idiosyncrasies. One night Wendy our neighbour was in bed when she was awoken by something.

She said, “Mike what’s that on the bed?”

He replied, “It’s the cat.”

Wendy, “But we haven’t got a cat.”

Merlin had climbed on their roof and got in through a velox and made himself comfortable on their bed.

On another occasion Mike ran out into the road to stop another neighbour driving up the road. Merlin was on the car roof facing forward apparently enjoying the ride.

Merlin stopped with us for two or three years and then moved into a house at the top of the road ~ just like that. We would see him from time to time but he largely ignored us. He didn’t write and he didn’t call!

Tomorrow will be spent entertaining the children I guess.

No comments:

Post a Comment