Back to reality and a valiant attempt at the local garden centre with a floral boobies display, obviously one for Alan Titchmarsh. Things like this are so unexpected too amongst the petunias and bird feeders. How rude dear!
Probably with hindsight it would have been best to stick just to names... people are so childish. Titter ye not.
Right, now I have got that out of my system today I'm back in the studio for another session and to maybe rearrange my paints into a vaguely amusing word, now what can I spell with turps, red, umber, magenta, prussian blue and slate grey?