Art and Brains No night terrors trained up to my dentist who is in Strand on the Green. I like my dentist. I feel so relaxed with her that I almost fell asleep as she did her scrape 'n' polish. Soon free to amble about old haunts in Chiswick before tubing to meet Mum and Mase at Sloane Square. The Oriel where we'd traditionally met has closed after 25 years. After a spot of wandering about dodging the rain in deep shock, we settled on downstairs in the Royal Court Theatre where we had a restorative drink and a snack before catching the free minbus off to the Affordable Art Fair. Here Mason went off to trap people at the stands, and Mum and I sloped about looking at the art. As ever there are a few interesting bits and pieces, and a lot of tiresomely predictable stuff. However there was a little print I'd seen last year, which had returned. I got an etched print 99/100 called In the Deep Midwinter , by Morna Rhys . Mum bought it for me as an early birthday present, which...