What a day. Terrific opening of the new printmaking show at Galerie Simpson earlier. Now I’m shattered and slumped in front of the telly. There isn’t a cat available for sketching, they’re refusing to hang out with the trained monkeys because they’re on the roof bothering magpies, so it’s Husb again. And now, The Voice. Totally lovely mindless telly 😀
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