The Pink Portrait

 I've looked at the King's new portrait. And I've looked again.

I've visited Jonathan Yeo's website and looked at his other work.

I've read what people are saying. Jonathan Jones (predictably) hates, hates, hates it.

And I know that Royal Portraits are an sich iconic and it's natural to read deep meanings into them.

But I'm not seeing or feeling the blood and hellfire that others are seeing and feeling. I don't think there's anything sinister about it.

What I'm thinking, honestly, is that the face reminds me of the face of Geoffery Palmer- an actor who made a career out of playing pompous but loveable old stick-in-the-muds,

That the butterfly is a little silly-

And that all that wonderful pinkness looks good enough to eat.....

Good Job!

 BT sent a chap out to deal with our Internet problem.

I expected him to take a look, scratch his chin, then go away again- possibly with a promise that someone would contact us in the near future about sending an engineer.

Because that's what usually happens.

But I was wrong. He was the engineer. He took a look, scratched his chin and said he'd advise fixing us up with a new connection. We said that sounded like a good idea.  And then, instead of going away, he called up the office and they sent out a guy with a cherry-picker- and in the course of the morning the two of them ran a new wire from the house to the telephone pole across the road- and now we have an internet connection that can be trusted not to flicker on and off. 

Isn't it great when people are good at their job. And conscientious. And efficient....

Picture Diary 32

 Nothing Links These pix- that I can think of, anyway....

1. My Old Kentucky Home



2. The Temptation of St Antony



3. I love You, Ringo



4, End of the Working Day