Day 4 of getting my accounts ready for the accountant to do my tax return. I keep closing my eyes and hoping that they’ll all be done when I open them again. Numbers are pants. Numbers are boring. I just want to paint.
Couldn’t bring myself to sell this one. It reminds me of my nan’s generation. She never left the house without a hat or a headscarf on and, no matter how hot the weather, on went the camelhair coat with the great big collar.