Fingerprint of the Master
Xavier's third portrait of me. He came along today to meet my grooming specialist and hair replacement technician Norma-Jean. She gave me a manicure after which Xavier insisted on setting up this portrait. He sees it as his homage to the great Master. He kept lamenting that he was not born into the Modernist era. 'I would have been such a great modernist, instead I am obliged to be a crappy postmodernist. I am a modernist out of time!' etc, you get the picture.
To avoid another tearful scene I described my morning tea yesterday with Ariadne and her performing Jack Russell Matilda. I took them to my favourite Spanish cafe and we had Tapas, which Matilda received most graciously sitting up on hind legs and begging with her little paws. She wore a faux leopard skin collar and Ariadne had a jacket and beret to match. We were quite the trio I can tell you.