today's the day . . . . .

Took part in a study in hoarding in the morning, questionaires etc. Only pretext on which I'd have two clinical psychologists indoors. We all jumped out of our skins when the baliffs knocked on the door, on behalf of the water board.

Etching class in the afternoon.



Proof print

Quick sketch which I didn't use, was asked by other student if I'd draw her portrait, I'll be safe working Leicester Square in a picnic chair and easel at this rate.



Went back to studio to discover half naked fellow student painting, and spent hours looking for expensive brush I found the minute I got home. Did a bit of priming, fixed the u-bend in the studio sink, came home and fed the dogs and administered ear drops. No mention of absinthe so far eh?



The night is still young . . . . . .