Hello Friend,

An interesting little book landed in my lap last week; Great Housewives of Art by Sally Swain.

You see friends, that between 1971 and 1992 I was busy raising children, working full-time while managing home and housework and all that it involves, so I was to all intents and purposes oblivious of goings-on in the world of art and literature. Since my retirement I have been catching-up so to speak, with my travels, reading translations of foreign books and seeing as much art as I can; so much art-so little time. In short I've been undergoing re-education of sorts.

Back to Sally and her creations which lifted my spirits and brought a smile to my face. The front cover has Mrs Degas vacuuming the floor-tutu and all, while Mrs Miro sweeps hers and Mrs van Gogh makes the bed. This is such a delightful book and I thank Sylvia for sending it to me.

I will be house-sitting on Norfolk Island for a few weeks where I hope to have plenty of writing time and will send posts from there.

Cheerio

Gen

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