They were giving me such a hard time but I made out I didn't care. I had to. Face and all that. The nice man was leading through the process and he inspired me. I felt like I was doing something - making some thing new and original. The first time I have done that too.
I drove home smiling to myself, the image safely tucked up on the seat beside me. Snuggled between sheets of tissue paper. The image sitting upon Somerset paper.
I'm thrilled. But I do care.
Look at it. I mean, just look at it. Can you see him? He works out Marybank way.
