Scream

It was one of those days where I couldn’t get through two minutes of teeth brushing without being hassled twice about approval processes. A busy day and not a particularly enjoyable one.

In the office we had the bizarre experience of an Egyptian man waltzing into our room, showing pictures of microwaves on his phone and announcing that he was selling kitchen implements from the boot of his car outside. He received short shrift. Then a second ‘appliance hawker’ was found creeping around the office compound and we started to assume they were both casing the joint.

I prepared this accurate recreation of Edvard Munch’s The Scream for Megan’s 40th birthday. Her husband Tim asked her friends to send photos of themselves depicting famous works of art.