I dropped a couple of paintings off at Kevin’s for his exhibition*.
It was just me and him for a little while, and we had a funny chat, setting the world to rights as we usually like to do. I think Kevin should be Chancellor of the Exchequer and I’ll be the PM.
Our main manifestos would be yoga (or pilates, OK, that’ll do fine) and kindness and good coffee and art materials for everyone.
We talked about the weather, the news, the river, our kids, someone we both know. We didn’t even really get started on the political heat in the UK right now; the actual heat provided enough stories for one day.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, in a rare moment, a flash of approbation came my way.
But he’s wrong.
He’s the humdinger.
*Not this one in the photo, though. You can see this in person at my own exhibition.