The usual pattern for Monday mornings is that, while I sit and draw ducks, Barbara and her brother John walk off around the lake. Sadly not today as John was admitted to hospital yesterday. Monday mornings are just not going to be the same.
“Would you like to see what Richard’s been drawing?” asks Barbara.
“No,” says John.
“It’s good!” I reassure him.
“It’s always good when Richard draws it.” he replies.
Glad his condition hasn’t affected his aesthetic judgement.
