Hurricane Maria

Just before she stormed on to her next port of call, I persuaded a reluctant Maria to pose for a portrait (she was dead against it at first, till I promised it was most unlikely that anyone she knew would ever see it).

She is a force of nature - like a hurricane, she can be destructive - the population of drinking glasses and other fragile items has a tendency to diminish when she's around, but the cause is always a mystery. However, she's a self-starter and gets through the most amazing amount of work in a day, far more than I would ever ask her to do. And if she thinks I haven't noticed that the windows or the brass need cleaning (and I usually haven't), she'll take the matter in hand, and inform me after it's done. 

Energy at a low ebb today, so I've concentrated on the C-jobs, with a Z thrown in for good measure. As well as spending far too long on blip. Now it's time to get down to something serious. Read reluctance and despondency.