Another day, of total upheaval. My studio was flooded by black water up to my ankles. The smell was terrific. Firstly we thought it was rain water, since its pouring outside, but being up to the ankle in water, throwing buckets full of water out the door, we noticed we could not keep up with the flow. That’s when we called the plumber and guess what, raw sewerage flowing through 2 units in the village where we live.

Luckily I had the storage of my paintings on a large trolley on wheels off the floors, otherwise I hate to think of the possibility to loose the lot.

Today I spent with insurance assessors, the army of cleaners, the contamination is gone, big machines and disinfectants is doing it’s job.

Well, no painting for a while, the place was insured, the carpet, the fold out bed sofa and the cupboard, is going to be replaced, and with of lot of patience the study will be back and running in no time at all as brand new.