Thursday was my best day ... until I got mugged!?
I was explaining to my husband "Thursday was my best day" [for drawing] and my husband, missing the context, rejoined "until you got mugged"
Okay so I was having a really cool day on Thursday and I really like this painting/drawing and everything was going really really well until at the very end of the day, shortly before 11pm, a teenager jostles me in the Metro and grabs my mobile!?
I immediately grab my other phone and ring, the bastard picks up, laughs at me, and hangs up. I try again and now the phone is dead/off.
What follows is a lot less dramatic, I have all the hassle of stopping the phone (contacting the support number) and reporting to the police. I've then bounced around between a few police stations, they need me to wait for a translator to be available, standard rigmarole.
By 5pm on Friday, after going to the police and waiting for the translator, I have an hour to kill.
So I had a bit of spare time before drawing on Friday I go to the library. Have a really nice coffee and cake and I’m chatting with the serving lady at the counter at the café, practicing a little bit of my basic Spanish and she gives me an encouraging smile.
Next, I discretely park myself in a corner, by the window, and with a pond behind me, all very discrete, and work on cleaning up a few details of this really nice picture from Thursday evening, plus thickening out a few of the shadows.
A bit later, the lady running the cafe comes over here and while I didn’t know she noticed her it myself in the corner to clear, I look up in surprise and embarrassment and she gives me the best grin... redemption
