Doom not gloom

I am on a bit of a high right now. I had an email from my patron yesterday saying how much they liked the design for the latest bit of sculptural work. I am not sure if this flurry of top quality work coming my way would have been better when I was younger, but I am not going to ask myself too much. I'll just carry on taking things as they come, as I always have.

It would not have done anything for my C.V. in any case, because I have signed confidentiality agreements which make the official secrets act look lax. To the outside world it is going to look as though I did nothing for the last 30 years of my life. Oh well.

I have had a very up and down existence since I left college, but H.I.'s has been extremely consistent. Paint, teach, paint, teach. Tomorrow she begins the first of the Summer Schools which she has been privately conducting for years. I am the driver/technician, as I was for the British Events theatre company - another career amongst many.

I checked the venue to see if it still had the cushion that I bought for last year's model, and to my amazement it was still there. Then I had a message from a villager saying that the store room had been cleared out by the toddler's playgroup, so I went again to find it had gone - one week before class.

We always seem to get very pretty young models and I bought a new cushion for this year's one. As usual, I am dutifully thinking about her backside.

Life can be hard, but it has its rewards.