Capt. Haddock, disgusted, refuses to look at cut-glass that doesn’t contain whisky!
The only significant think I did today, other than sleep loads, was this flyer/postcard design. If I get enough pupils, across the several areas: drums, guitar, art, English, etc. Who knows, I might still be able to make a living?
I’m not in the least religious. But ne’ertheless, I say Gawd Bless, my Mrs! She’s cooked a triffick dinner, again.