Chap lying on the pavement outside the baker's. Painting chewing gum. No idea what the messages mean, but aren't they lovely? .
He had an unsurprisingly tanned lower back,where his paint-covered t-shirt hasn't quite protected him for the four years that he's been doing this.
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And here's his rather impressive paint pot.
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Sadly, our friends in the Met have a tendency to arrest him for criminal damage and public order offences, which I find rather sad.
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Talking of which, look whose sorry anniversary falls today. Poor PC Keith: casualty of the Brixton riots. Ah, we remember then, don't we, Mrs Taste Bud?
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Very proud of myself today: took the car out for exercise (flat battery last year when too ill for too long); timed it to perfection; only needed painkiller en route home.
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Napped. Gossiped with MP.
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Then J next door (well done K on your choice of tenants, you've come up trumps this time) helped get everything packed back into the shed. There's enough room for a potting/writing table. Told you. And the dining room no longer looks like, well, a shed.
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A good day.
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