This week was a tricky one to sum up. Mostly it was a normal week for me. You know the sort of thing, washing, ironing, cooking, baking, nothing out of the ordinary.
However I did go to the Ashmolean Museum to see an exhibition ‘From Titian to Canaletto’. I really enjoyed seeing the drawings from the Venetian school and as always I wished I could draw. The ability to convey a figure or movement with a few lines and some shading is like magic or alchemy to me – I struggle to draw a straight line with a ruler!
But anyway, back to #WOTW! Thursday night rolled around and I started to think about what word would sum up the week. As ever nothing sprung to mind and I was worried I’d either have to miss #WOTW this time round or force a word to fit.
Then a quick look at the calendar shocked me – Friday the Thirteenth! How did that creep up on me without me noticing? I’m not at all superstitious about that particular day but it’s one that I usually take note of. It was something of an obsession with certain girls when I was at school and we all joined in with the silliness – crossing fingers, not standing on cracks in the pavement, no walking under ladders. For some reason all things superstitious were magnified on Friday the Thirteenth!
So I’ve decided that this week I must have been clueless! I blame the menopausal brain – it doesn’t work so well some days!