Someone took my throat and replaced it with a rusty wheeze-box...I whistle when I breathe. Painting and writing have been dragging at a 5 mile crawl and I am thoroughly sorry for myself, so no sympathy please, I've got enough to do me for now, and then some. I did manage to get the poster finished before I succumbed to the lurgy...
Still stretched on the board at A2 size
A healthy diet
Your local friendly fishmonger
Too many legs on the octopus...
Normal service might be resumed soon.
