The telephone rang. A charming woman's voice told me the oil painting class won't be happening this term. There wasn't enough interest.
I'm especially put out as I have knives and canvasses ready and waiting.
But I find I'm still happy. I enrolled for life drawing as well.
Thursday, 14 January 2010
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