Officially no longer painting for the shows any more but managed to sneak one last angel in this morning which was still drying as I drove over to Leith to help hang the show. I am now totally exhausted as I woke with the evil early stages of some kind of lovely chest infection which is totally typical; the number of Christmases, events, weddings, I have spent nursing some kind of stupid bug is amazing... Feeling elated and scared all at once and suddenly annoyed with my hairdresser for cutting my hair just a wee bit too short, so I feel like I have a mushroom head. Potentially my most exciting private view to date and I am a helmet-head. With a cold. And it will probably have snowed by then, which means that I will have fallen on my ass and be black and blue. I'll let some pictures do the rest of the talking tonight and have me a cup of tea and a Vicks vapo rub:) Manana, manana...
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