punishment

Realise now - a bit late in the day - that selecting and exhibiting paintings is a form of punishment, presumably for having the freedom to make stuff in the first place. Pol and I spent the day in the garage and in Richard and Eva's gallery, schlepping and cleaning and preparing for the OFF on Thursday. 6.00pm, don't be late.

Angela is here and Bob has returned to the fold. Annie and Pete wanted to say Hi so we all decamped to the crowded creperie - where almost every ex-pat in town and their friends were dining.
Bit like a surprise party, you walk through the door and know everyone -
Leo and Toby are back, Rose, Philip, and friends were there, Pete and Nel and Nels family, soon to be off again...