The old saying, that “one swallow does not make a summer” is perhaps to be borne in mind at the moment, but nevertheless, I am suddenly optimistic. I have actually managed to do a piece of work today. My wife kindly agreed to sit for me (although she did go to sleep during the session!) I have managed a modest pencil sketch of her, seated by the window. It isn’t a candidate for the National Portrait Gallery, but it is an acceptable likeness.
She commented that I make her look old. Well …. sorry, but ….
It is hard to express my sense of relief, that I can still work.