More painting, with primer . . . and more and more fence. Is my fence a rabbit family wearing the cloak of a fence? Alien rabbits, or, oh dear, just aliens that breed fast and expand? Slimy things. I really don’t want to follow this line of speculation any more at all. I’ve probably spooked myself. And, of course, the fence is grey: and what color are the traditional movie aliens? Now, I’ve gone and done it. The next thing you know is that I will paint myself grey and claim to have been abducted. Or it could be worse; I could be actually abducted into the fence  – God knows my chest has always been flat as a board – and just stand there mute while people investigate my disappearance. Maybe Rose will speak at a little service for me.

Say, I wonder if I have been sniffing too much paint?

The Grommet, a site that introduces new devices, sent me an email about a teeth cleaning twig. Yes, TWIG. Perhaps there is a lot of paint sniffing going around.