Artist at work…

I saw the wall had been painted this neutral colour the other day and now I see why.
He (or someone anyway) has already done another couple of pics but there was a hold up of vans because somebody had parked and left their vehicle. Everybody appears to have ignored the two Road Closed signs at the end of the road…
This isn’t the smallest bit of wall art I’ve seen but it’s certainly not the biggest so I think it could scrape in for Tiny Tuesday.

I can’t remember what made me decide to look up the hair of the dog yesterday but it fascinated me so it is my saying of the day. And just to clarify things… I didn’t need the hair of the dog today because I’ve drifted off wine while it’s so hot. Coop are selling a lot of chocolate milk though….

Hair of the dog is short for the hair of the dog that bit me – and we normally use it to refer to an alcoholic drink that we have to make ourselves feel better when we had a few too many the night before! In other words, it’s a hangover cure. The phrase originally referred to the practice of treating a bite from a rabid dog by placing hair from that same dog inside the wound! I’ve no idea if this was an effective cure and somehow prevented rabies, but a shot of vodka taken within a few hours after waking up does certainly straighten you out a bit. So they tell me.
Of course, it’s a very slippery slope – and one that ends in alcoholism if you’re not careful! It’s a fine line between enjoying a drink and needing one, and if you’re looking for a definition of when liking a drink stops and being an alcoholic starts, the exact moment could well be when you start craving hair of the dog in the morning!