Clocked

After a morning of scrieving, I took myself up town for a stretch of the legs and to view a bit of art. The Peter Howson retrospective at the City Art Centre. His old stuff is terrific as his collection of Bosnian War stuff where he went as an official war artist and which left him as a bit of a damaged character. His newer output, I could pretty well leave. It was strictly no photography, but I thought I’d get away with it in the stairwell…
Later, out to the boat club meeting; only the second face to face one we’ve held. And I know what you want to know. Did I get authorisation to spend the money? I did!