Out of Key

A morning along at that Portobello for it was Portobello Art Walk and people’s houses were open again to go round and be nosey. And what fun it was. Though only Robin Baillie’s textile and prints stood out for me.
Back to read the Sunday Papers, or more accurately a Sunday paper; just the Sunday Times. I think I’m becoming a reactionary old fud in that I find myself agreeing with their columnists more than the Guardian’s these days. Is that an age thing or has the world around me taken leave of its senses? I mean, really. Really?