I had a young visitor yesterday so we set up a scene for painting, a al Cezanne. Although I am a slow worker, we did manage to finish, before the fruit went off….
I am in a minimal mode, possibly as a response to Spring’s glorious overloading of colour and scent.
Spent an hour at the hairdresser reading crap mags and learnt one new word., Snelfie, a selfie taken in the snow. Mrs Head, my French teacher would not be so pleased with my progress.



You and your art delight me. Loving your dreamy water-colours.
Missing having you and Mick to come with thee mini mob to George’s show next Monday.
We are having grey drizzly days one after the other. It’s hard to walk dogs. Jeannie wees inside if we are not careful. Euwwww.
Ross is having his gall- bladder out next Wednesday. Just in time for Easter chocolate feasting. At the moment, the fat in a slice of pizza or roast lamb is enough to send him into agonizing spasms. Farewell to his gall bladder and it’s stones. Sadly that will mean a homely Easter. Oh well. I have essays to write so probably a well-disguised Easter blessing.
Love to you and Mick, Laila and Indi.
Xxxx