Day 0434

I suffered myself to play the feudal milord and receive my landlady and her cleaner with dispassion whilst I loafed on the sofa watching a documentary about Russian art. A truly distasteful carry on to have a grown man on his hands and knees scrubbing my floor whilst I awkwardly make myself a cup of tea. Wearisome to have the mirror held up to me of my own iniquity, so I chose not to look too closely.

And so I popped off to Place Vendôme again to breeze uncaringly through the fashion show and spend time in the company of a radiant young thing and to think myself very grand indeed.

I have totally disengaged with painting, despite having the easel set up roguishly in my apartment.