Party, party.

Forced back to watercolour and ink while the tablet is on the blink. Actually, it feels very nice.

Last guitar class of the year today. Arthur unfortunately has been asleep on top of Marc Lamberg's "Chant d'Amour" so there is a slightly dishevelled set of small pawprints crossing the three pages.

Alice who used to be Frank is waiting to see if her daughter and son- in- law make it to Barcelona airport today. Britain has stopped again.