In London I spent time messing around with teapots and boxes.
And I browsed more in supermarkets than museums.
The names of products are so enticing. An Eton Mess is an English dessert I felt an instant affinity to, being a master mess-maker myself.
Squeak the cat could expound on the subject at length. Here he steps none too gingerly onto my 'work table'/bed. 
Squeak does an inspection of the Gillott mess... 
In disgust, Squeak gazes out the window for some relief from chaos. 
A natural still life waiting. 
Finally Squeak chastises me,"Why R U SUCH a mess?!"
Ultimately he gives up and goes to sleep. 
Making watercolor 'messes' in London and Paris is a good way to warm up. 
I even made a mess on AirFrance with all my drawing stuff laid out on two seats. Who knew many AF flight attendants were former artistes? 
Doing warmups can be fun - except when you thought they weren't going to be just a 'warm-up'. 
Enfin, not a warm-up, but an Angelina I'm happy with. 
Back home the mess continues minus Tom the cat.I wonder if Squeak makes house calls?
Here's what I'm listening to whilst I get messy.
BONJOUR ETON MESS!
