The summer has been fine - y'know - occasionally mounting various women, but the end of August means September and all the shit starting again. The Academic.
It was fine, once I'd levered the charred remains of the handle from the bottom of the pan with an ice-axe. The Mountaineer.
Art - an unopened parachute that you didn't pack yourself.
The painting part of the day went well - hours of solid progress.
I liked that.
jim the collector?