Squiffany's first brushwork.
Can't write tonight, too tired. Glut of strawberries, hence manic jam-making. Only three more batches to go, that's for tomorrow morning.
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The blog party is confirmed for Saturday, 16th August. You're welcome to come and to stay over - but if you're staying more than a couple of nights, it would be better to make it the week leading up to the party please, as I'm keeping my options open for the second half of August!
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Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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Squiffany's too late for this year's RA summer exhibition - and will her work be too mature next year to submit?
Perhaps the Turner Prize? :-)
It's too mature for the Turner Prize too.
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