Palm Sunday innit. I know this because THG said it was so and it might have got a mention on the wireless. I was only half listening. To the wireless that is not THG whose every word I take in, often 😀
In honour of the occasion I am now listening to a bit of Bach. I haven’t listened to St John Passion before. It isn’t quite the same when you don’t know the work. Time I learnt.
Bach is competing with a bird outside the window. There are more than one. I think they are chatting to each other. No idea what they are. Probably those black ones with orange beaks. Just been into the conservatory to have a look and yes indeed they are blackbirds. Hoping these are not alarm cries due to the presence of magpies who are their mortal enemies. Saw a couple of magpies carrying nest building materials the other day.
Sunny day out. Will be popping to Waitrose a bit later on if anyone fancies a cawfee.
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Must say ole St John didn’t totally float ma boat. Switched off now. It’s probs one of those works you need to sit and listen to intently rather than have it on in the background in the kitchen.
I’m sat in the snug. Signs of life coming from the kitchen. Tap running, cupboard doors closing. I’d prefer to sit in the conservatory and enjoy the sunshine but that right now is filled with crap ready to take to the tip tomorrow.
A cup of tea has magically appeared to my right. Alacazam! What is not to like.
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Just had a thought. When Michelangelo painted the ceiling of the sistine chapel he would probably have had to do it lying on his back on a scaffold. My question is how would he hold the paint palette? The obvious way would be to hold it upside down in his left hand whilst holding the brush in his right. Ok the other way around if he was left handed. The thing is how did he stop the paint from running and dripping off the palette?
The scaffolding would have to be approximately an arms length from the ceiling to make things comfortable for the lad. No point in having to constantly bend your arms and be uncomfortable. Would have led to mistakes.
Also I suppose he would have had a sidekick to resupply him with paint as he progressed. Going up and down the ladders himself would not have been an efficient use of his time when he would have wanted to max out his time at the ceiling. The coal face if you like.
They must presumably have had dust sheets covering the floor to avoid any drops of paint falling on the polished parquet flooring. All these things you have to think about when doing the job but which historians brush over (so to speak) or even forget to mention.
Don’t ask me what made me think of this right now. Funny old world innit 🙂
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Fired up the lawnmower, or not as happens to be the case. Needs a service really but tbh it ain’t worth servicing. Eventually got it going after a few attempts with rests in between to let it have a think about its role in life. Mower or scrap metal.
Now back in da shed playing the Latin playlist from a couple of trefbashes ago. At some point this year will have to get a tropical playlist going in keeping with the theme for the next bash.