I've been in Hornsby one and a half years now, and have still not unpacked all my bits and pieces. The other day Philip hung a few of my own paintings in the remaining wall spaces. The place maybe looks a bit cluttered now, but at least it feels like home.
No surprise that I've put this one over the piano. It's a print brought back by friends as a gift from the Prado in Spain many years ago. I actually think it's a boy playing the instrument, but of course Emma assumes it's a girl.
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Lovely pictures. I live in a house that is 'glued' (lovely expression)
to another one, for the first time
in my life and I worried about it but it was the only one we could afford. We may be just lucky but I
have never heard a sound from the next door house. We know their names - they are called John and Lynne but mostly we wave and smile if we see each other walking to our garages. Just proves the English are not very friendly.
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