A quiet day

Fond farewells to Pat and Maureen this morning, who made it back to Ashford successfully. Beth off to get her foot looked at, which has started, infuriatingly to give her gyp again.

Otherwise, a day of getting organised, and shifting things about in the house and in the dungeon. I also had time to sit down and read in my new reading chair. Mainly a collection of bracing essays by by Robert Hughes called Nothing if not Critical: selected essays on Art and Artists.

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