I’ve had a real adventure.
I am still reeling from it.
My heart was beating so fast that I felt a bit faint.
I bought a painting. A proper, beautiful painting.
It is by a local artist called Hannah Ransome. I don’t think my photos quite do it justice.
I had only ventured into the gallery once or twice before. It was closing down, so I just popped in for a look on the way back from the shops.
And there it was…
I went home and thought about it.
I am not rich. I have never bought a proper painting before.
But my heart carried on thudding and thudding.
So I went back for another look. I even haggled a bit.
And I bought it.
I had to phone a large cab to get it home. And one of the gallery ladies gave my lad a lift home as he, I and the painting wouldn’t all fit in the taxi!
But it is here. And I love it.
It is not yet properly hung, just propped on the radiator.
My partner isn’t so sure about it.
But I just had to have it. And had to share it.
Some things are just special.
