Exmoor is meant to be wet, but London is not….Not this wet, anyway. My house is leaking. My car is making a weird shrieking noise which might be the brake discs, might be a stone caught in the wheel arch, but then again could be anything at all given my expertise in motoring matters. Most likely it is the sound of a car that will not last a long time, and which will be ruinously expensive while it goes through its death-throes. I have been email phished rather embarrassingly and annoyingly- for others, not me- and feel I must apologise to anyone who has noticed. I need a haircut. I can’t remember anything at all, except something to do with claret.
January! The month where good intentions founder on the rocks of feeble self-discipline within hours of setting out on their brave journey.
In the rather short ‘plus’ column, there is a finished portrait to report. And a man on a horse which I am excited to be putting into a frame later this coming week. And a family group just started. And some fireworks pictures- seasonal. And a very lovely consignment of wine from a nice uncle winking at me from the bottom of the cellar stairs. Ok, it’s not all bad….