Scarrrry

Met A today at the Big Wheel and due to my restricted capability of walking (note: ceilidh is not a good cure when every single bone of yours is hurting due to dancing a bit too much on your Xmas do) we went to have lunch at the Portret Gallery.

Got scolded for neglecting blipfoto, so promised to be back on track. I am afraid the Three Oncologists is not a very bright start, however this is one of those objects of art that "trap" me. Lucky I don't need to take a plane to see this one. Unlicky that it's pretty scary. Me thinks. So time for some coffe and fudge.