Ladies From Hell
“I couldn’t think of better company to be in. I’d been working on her for a year, off and on, and she was at the stage I liked best; I was tickling away with a No. 1 and the pigment on a palette knife, bringing up the highlights in her hair. The Overseer had taken himself off to Dorchester to grab some computer time so I knew I was in for a quiet afternoon. It was May, puffy white clouds chasing each other across the sky in approved fashion, and the Barn smelled as it always smelled, of turpenti...ne and dust. I’d moved the easel across to get the light from the mansard. It took somebody as way-out as Lady A to put a glass roof on a Tithe Barn; but the old one had been falling in anyway, and things being as they are it had been a choice between glass and tar paper.
Lady A came over herself at four with a pot of tea on a silver tray and a plate of fishpaste butties. You can’t beat Shippam’s for flavour, it leaves all your pates for mates standing. She had a close peer at the picture, same as she always does, then stepped back.MoreLess
Lady A came over herself at four with a pot of tea on a silver tray and a plate of fishpaste butties. You can’t beat Shippam’s for flavour, it leaves all your pates for mates standing. She had a close peer at the picture, same as she always does, then stepped back.MoreLess
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