Albert is totally not planning to eat that plant.

Gerald assumes the position for another morning of napping in the conservatory.

I mean, look at him. You tell him no, because I sure can’t.

Siobhan is over it.

Where the lads are hiding from the sun—the conservatory is now so hot that everyone has abandoned it and happily acquiesced in me locking the heat out.

Hiding inside from the godawful heat and making my amateurish little watercolours of random items from the fruit bowl.

My goodness, I have a Bertie of my own:

Gerald doesn’t care that it’s hot. He wants lap time.

Moody.

Gouache and a tiny bit of watercolour pencil on my watercolour paper sketchbook. #OliveArtClub

Queen Tortie.

Me: Albert, I need to go get some exercise. Albert: No, we stay in front of fan.

OH COME ON

The lads are very ready for some cooler weather.

Not loving it. Up to about 28° they’re very happy, but not so much in the 30s.

Well, allegedly that’s the high temperature, and I hope that proves true.

Shout out to my bestie, white gouache, we’ve concealed so many errors together.

Gerald melting again.

I sure am glad Last Week Me decided to order some fancy tomatoes for delivery today.

Let’s go to Siobhan for an update on the heatwave:

Me: I know it’s been awhile, but I’m good at mixing colours, so the fifteen pan paint box should be fine. Phil: Are you sure? Me: Yes. *fifteen minutes in* Me: I need a few more colours. Phil: I’ll pull up Jackson’s page.

Golden hour Siobhan.

Oh no Gerald melted.

Extremely glad I got a bunch of stuff done today and filled the freezer with plenty of ice.

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So tortie.

Siobhan says not to feel bad. Not everyone can be as beautiful as she is.

Gerald would like it if we all shut up so he can sleep.

I love his permanently amazed expression. Gerald has it, too.

Add another one to the Old Lady Hobby List. Now I can make watercolours of my roses and back garden birds.