THE FOUR-LETTER WORD

This is work, of course, which is reputed to be the curse of the drinking class, not that I do much of that nowadays. I have continued to make progress on the paintings, and the reason I haven't posted on this blog earlier this week is that so little out of the ordinary has happened. The weather has been quiet, as has life chez the Tait Gallery. I hope to have another two artworks completed before my next posting. Also by that time, I hope to have had a haircut (under local anaesthetic!), attended a medical appointment for a minor complaint (which is too painfully embarrassing to discuss here) and attended a flu fair at the local sports and entertainment centre. It will probably be my only visit there until this time next year. Such is life for a 60-year-old artistic curmudgeon - and richly deserved!