Couldn't start work till the afternoon but did carry on till 9.30 pm. Pointless, however. I suspect because in the morning I was shifting old paintings (restructuring storage) hundreds of them done over many years, the first in 1965. There's nothing like a house full of redundant paintings to make on appreciate the futility of the further pursuits.
Fairly cheerful though. Couple of things I really don't like enough to give me something to work with.
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