What a grey, damp and murky day we woke up to. Overnight half the Golden Delicious apples have fallen from the tree. I don't even feel inclined to go and gather them in this dampness.
I painted the sculpture and grandly christened it the King's Head as there is a passing resemblance to Prince Charles. I then had the dilemma of finding it a home.
I couldn't quite bring myself to put him in the dustbin so he was headed to the attic to gather dust. But then I saw a dark corner on the shelf unit and I've tucked him away, almost out of sight. He can stay there for the time being.