Reading back through my previous posts it's ironic now that I use the word 'hunched' to describe my position when painting. It really is a crabbity crouched posture, and the last few days I started paying for it. What began life as a slightly annoying throb after standing up from my drawing table has now almost completely debilitated me. I can walk a bit, I can sit down but standing up afterwards is dreadful. It seems likely that i've pushed a disc out - I won't know for sure until I go and get it checked out tomorrow.
Worst of all - the only thing I can do is relax and lie down while an unfinished painting sits in the hallway begging for a bit of muddy cyan on the wings.
Hopefully it won't be long before i'm back on, well, my back.
Meanwhile, in my ridiculous shuffling state, a new tennant was brought around by the lovely people at the Cat Protection Agency. His name's Nacho, he's about 4 but noone can say for sure because he's been living as a stray. He's quite a big cat, handsome to look at and incredibly freindly.