This has been a fraught and difficult couple of weeks, and painting has had to take a back seat. My landlady suffered a stroke and is still in hospital around two weeks later: it's amazing how one loses track of time.
I do have a painting planned, but am not sure how it's going to work out, or even what medium I should be doing it in. Perhaps the weekend will see a start made.
In the meantime, I at last have an appointment to get my cataract measured, and I hope an operation isn't too far away. We are approaching our 66th birthday here at the Batcave - I don't suppose I'll get the operation before then, but we can live in hope.
In the meantime, best wishes to Pat, my landlady.