The essentials

Went in to Edinburgh to do some shopping for Mum, who has bronchitis, poor soul. Got the essentials for ourselves - actually, for me, Rich doesn't drink. He does eat chocolate biscuits, though. Saw Monument Men at the Dominion. It was OK, but I missed the personal reasons those men had for saving the art. What was it about a Rembrandt or Michaelangelo that made it worthwhile risking their lives for? Would I risk my life for some paintings? I think I might, actually. Without art, is there life? A Vermeer or a Kandinski lights up a corner of life for me.