I have a filthy cold today – I sound like I’m dredging up the deepest darkest secrets of Loch Ness. Well, maybe I exaggerate a leetle but the thing is that you don’t get any sympathy when you’re a woman – especially not when the man of the house is desperately ill with the same thing you’ve got. Anyway, having done a truck-load of prints yesterday, and being as – ahem – ill as I am, I’m posting another one: a monotype. Achoo!
Ink on newsprint