Art Class

Out first thing to get felt. Yes, yes, you gotta laugh. Except that it’s quite serious - so windy that my fabric was quite torn. Parp! Shredded, it was. So there’s a little job for me. I’ve got the galvanised tacks anyway.
Then out to see the excellent Joan Eardley exhibition with Mrft and the boys before heading off to the Sculpture Workshop for coffee and cake as there wasn’t a spare seat to be had at the Gallery. And that Mrft - who knew - his great great…several greats…grandfather was Matthew Boulton - yes, indeed - the Matthew Boulton of the Boulton-Watt steam engine. I was well impressed. And the Queen waved at him as a child. She did. He said so. No wonder Princess D wanted to be his friend.