So it's a late night post again - but this time, easy on the vitriol.
I've had a lovely evening. First, invited to see a rather interesting show, with an entirely intriguing lady. Then ego thoroughly stroked by work friends. Then jazz all the way home, then parcels.
Oh, the parcels. Socks and some tiny whisks, via Mother; a Lomo LCA from ebay, and a book of mucky photographs via Amazon. Heaven.
Then I started drawing properly for the first time in years. It was cack handed shit. But I'm drawing again.
Today is nothing short of miraculous.