animal abuse

After the recent pressure cooker of portrait-deadlines and the Mall Exhibition, life is rather dull suddenly.
I suppose I should get back to the easel and/or drawing-board.
Or go on an adventure.
Last evening I had the usual daily long phone-call with Alan and we laughed ourselves sick being thoroughly wicked.
I felt as limp as a rubber band and rolled off the sofa onto sleeping Panzer. I am so worried that I might have hurt his insides, so I'm keeping him under observation, just like Rolf Harris would advise.