Euphrosene Labon

4BC is no longer our family home. If a bit of Ma´s essence is still hovering over it, she will be pleased with the new owners. My set of keys is being sent to them directly with a `lots-of-happiness-in-your-new-home´ card. (Actually it´s now my Christmas card as I have no time to draw a custom one.)

Just occurred to me, that I don´t actually know how much money is being transferred to my bank account. Am in a trusting mood, so I expect it will all be in order.

Meanwhile, I have heard nothing further re the British Airways´ crap staff strike. But it did get me thinking about the last time I took a holiday… and then all the holidays I have had since the 80s.

Not many. And all within a brief period, up to 2003. Egypt, Hong Kong, Tunisia, Rome, Marrakech and Krakow.

Budapest, for dental tourism, doesn´t really count. So, with Turkey in 2009, that´s not a lot of holidays in twenty-plus years, is it?

For about ten of those years, I had no money due to the last recession and then saving up to pay off my HUGE debts. I then saved up for a deposit to buy this house but treated myself to the Nile cruise first.

Writing all those books took up a lot of time, as is preparing both the fine art portfolio and Wise El and Brick Tips cartoons.

I went into Worthing yesterday to sell some small pieces of gold. (The price was higher last week it seems, but equally it could go down next, so I was pleased with the price I got from Whibleys.) Sadly, despite the newly opened H&M, there are so many empty shops dotted around the town centre. No sign yet of recovery in this part of the world.

Meanwhile, I decided to create another font for Wise El as the Euphrosene Labon one feels a bit too `mature´ for the characters. Am very pleased with it.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

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To dream of urinating is often as good a sign as dreaming of excrement. Probably less amusing to leap out of bed realising you are about to use your bed as the potty.

In the dream, I had been in a very exclusive, very small, restaurant, somewhere off Kensington High Street. The people who I was waiting for had said it was "Kate Moss´s favourite" - but, even in the dream, I was asking myself why I would agree to eat somewhere on that particular recommendation.

I was sitting in a room at the back, at a very large circular table, when the restaurant owner brought a glass of wine I had ordered. He suggested sitting in the front, in an L-shaped room rather resembling a tiny Italian cafe in London. I had forgotten about my drink, which a waiter then brought out and gave to another woman who was with another female companion - both at least middle-aged, but looking older. They had just walked in off the street, after a hard day sight-seeing and rubber-necking. Tiny though the restaurant was, it was empty. Some exclusive!

The woman proceeded to ooh and ah over it.. "Delicious, it´s been so long since I drank anything like this. I thought I had ordered Ribena." … And more of the same, eyes closed, breathing deeply, sipping extravagantly.

The owner then asked me if I would like a drink. I explained that I had ordered one but had left it in the back room. Penny dropped. He went over to the dramatic female and took the glass to give back to me. Replying `You must be joking! After that performance?´ I got up to leave as my companions still had not arrived.

On the way out, up Kensington Church Street, I met an older white man, in extremely good shape, moneyed, who seemed to be floating down the middle of the road. He said he was my brother, that we had different mothers. I got in a car with him, and a little later told him I had to go for a pee. ….

There is one school of thought that, in this instance, it could have sexual connotations, especially as we were both in the same car… but a brother? Eurgh. No thanks. I prefer to think of it as spiritual brothers and sisters.

Later: finally ploughed through some research on IQ and intelligence. The author posited that the religious-minded have lesser IQs. It was utterly tedious reading on the one hand and depressing on the other.

Atheists posters seem to be unfailingly rude with `chimpanzee-brain´ style retorts, while it seems only Christians respond - quoting the Bible often a tad too literally.

(Highly tempted to make funny comment about how one other religion might respond, but am slapping my knuckles and avoiding temptation instead.)

Later still (actually now the 11th): Far too much information in one file is making it difficult to work out what needs to be drawn, so there are now 8, which are roughly topic-related. If I do this properly, there should be several graphic books from it, though the cartoons will have to be simpler than originally planned.

Popped out to Worthing and pleasantly surprised that there is now an H&M, and even McDonalds has had a makeover.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

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Tuesday 12

It´s a rare pleasure to work downstairs, plus it generally does not involve using a computer. It also means I get to see the occasional sentient using the twitten. Today, a dog and its mistress decided to pause by my path - long enough for the mutt to empty its bladder. Except from my position I didn´t know what it was emptying. So up I dashed to the front door, to take her to task. The mistress, that is.

She had the decency to apologise and say it was just a `tinkle´. Oh, I said, that´s not as bad as the filthy creature who deposited a gargantuan portion of breakfast, lunch and dinner excreta right at the top of the path a couple of weeks ago. She said it wasn´t her mutt and added that it was most unlike the dog to relieve itself in that way.

I didn´t actually turn her to stone, but I doubt if she´ll allow the blasted creature to even tinkle next time they pass.

A few hours later, and another bidlet walks by, struggling with two larger mutts - both of which have taken a fancy to exactly that same patch of pong. She, God bless her, did yank and pull them away - and she didn´t even see me. Well not till a moment later.

For the record, I was not spying on dog owners. I had noticed something yukky that was not quite spider´s web and not quite hanging fluff in the window. I was mid-dusting it, when she charged past. Actually, was dragged past by the two large mutts - who, as I said, stopped or tried to stop at my garden.

I think I may add `buy spiky fence´ to the list of garden tasks.

Meanwhile: daily checks of the e-petitions list show mine has either been rejected (though why?) or lost (how?) or they have a mountain of the darned things still to go through. Perhaps I should start a new one about replacing our useless Speaker. He has the balance and talent of a one-legged frog on a tightrope. Come to think of it, he even looks like a frog.

As I need to tape `useful comments´, I ordered a cut price version of the Olympus WS-300M from BigBenAudio. Just as I emailed to ask where it was, the delightful Royal Mail delivered it. But, tch tch, I did not have to sign for it. Just as well it was not lost. Or half-inched.

I’m getting into the swing of this. The plan, though, is to have pictorial entries (occasionally!) Till then, this is one of Wise El again: ‘maybe we are just ants to a higher being’.

Most of my cartoons are semi-philosophical. They are a humorous take on my idea of spiritual metaphysics.

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