Oh My Aching Muse!

Last time I saw her she'd become entangled in a huge roll of wire fencing. Prior to that she apparently bonged herself with a post pounder... And before that she was hiding from the scary new neighbors.

The poor old girl is afraid to come out in the light of day, but last night she gave me a series of dreams about going all out on a bunch of works in charcoal.

I hope the offer of a couple of weeks with me all to herself during the day will lure her out in the open! Cross your fingers - Joyce Brandon