The Chantreuse with Six Fingers

Steve was always very indulgent towards my artistic taste. I loved this picture and used to have it hanging near the door in our front hall. However quite a few people who visited assumed I'd painted it - presumably because they thought I couldn't count!

Second full day back at school today. Everyone has been lovely but I feel a bit like the little child in the poem by C. Day Lewis,

"With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free
Into a wilderness, the gait of one
Who finds no path where the path should be."