POSTCARD from PROVENCE

“This person really is a mess” says Julian, picking up one of the boxes we are cleaning.
…and after a pause “Oh dear, that’s mine”
 Later, after our working lunch of an organic ham sandwich and a glass of wine taken while the clamps work on one of the broken boxes, the Artist comes in with a pochade palette slathered with large slops of lavender and pthalmo green for me to rub with alcahol. “Guess who’s responsible for this?” he says.
“Doug?” I say
“No” he says. “Me”