How did that happen? Surely it's not a whole year since this? But, yes, in fact the days have flown by just like they do in old black and white films where pages get ripped from calendars and hurled into a gale force wind while an orchestra plays frenziedly just off camera. And so, once again, it is my older daughter's birthday - and a year on she's still drawing beautifully (although now she's living back in Bristol [where you can find her, should you want to commission a portrait, say, or some other kind of picture, in her studio at Jamaica Street - or else get in touch with her agent or go to her Etsy shop]).
Happy Birthday, Anna, have a great day.
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