Painting

a seemingly never-ending series of spindles (is that what they're called? the things that hold the banisters up) and the lightbulb has gone in the top hall and the light is fading and I can't reach the bulb to change it - so I'm stopping now and taking the poor long-suffering dog for a walk. Listening to music while painting:

(1) Adele: why does she sing as though she were some kind of world weary torch singer who's really been through the mill, when she's only 21? How many devastating relationships can she possibly have had? She's not bloody Billy Holliday
(2) soundtrack to 8 Femmes: love this. Now these ladies really sound as though they've been through the mill in a super-sophisticated French way. Perhaps I should actually try and work out what the lyrics are saying.
(3) Neil Young: After the Gold Rush - bought this cheap from Amazon and listening to it for the first time. Jury still out.

Going to give choir a miss tonight as I don't want to leave poor ill Child #3 on her own.