Where will this beauty sit?
Will the shop who promised to take it have talked to their HQ by tomorrow so that they do, actually, take it?
R and I met tonight for a late night walk on Chatsworth Road, her all buzzing with the excitement of a girl who's left brown paper parcels in the windows of various shops.
I can only see problems that need fixing: whether we have enough/too many people working on the last canvases; whether we have enough shops predisposed towards a mad Advent Adventure to take canvases. But we make a happy pair and when we get down to one of the last shops near the school and I see the small brown paper parcel sitting at kiddie eye level in the funeral parlour window, even I feel a little thrill of the season's excitement.
This one's a Rhona classic. And classically she hasn't said much about it. Yet. I seem to have wittered on as usual though...
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