A little while ago I submitted two of my portraits to Age Concern‘s Young At Heart exhibition. The exhibition ran for a week — as part of the Over 50s Festival — so I got me down there to take some photographs. (I totes forgot my camera on my first visit, but I didn’t mind having an excuse to go back.)
I had a wonderful, wonderful week, seeing the exhibition, talking with Joy, Catherine, Maria, Roni, Abi, James, Gill & Johann, going out for walks, dressing up, and painting my room (what I like to call part of the process of systematic debeigification). I know such entirely fabulous people; I feel very fortunate to be able to have long conversations with them on a regular basis.
This weekend I went to Helen’s ceilidh, danced much, met lots of people, and, I think, came back with a lurgy. So I’ve been getting on with stuff at home, knitting, and watching the Steed/Gale years. It’s an excellent way of dealing with lurgification, I do recommend it, and I love Mrs. Gale every bit as much as Mrs. Peel.
