I have spared you the photograph of the entire cup of coffee i spilt in my handbag.
I have been painting the window, this involves climbing right into it, and being on view to all who pass.
Everybody becomes a comedian.
"You've missed a bit love"
"You can pop round and do mine as well if you like"
"You don't want to do it like that"
I pretend i can't hear them through the glass, and just smile and wave.
The shop is coming on at a snails pace.