The kitchen is really taking its new shape. The chippy came this morning to fit the skirting boards, and before the sawing and banging had died away my wife was all over them with undercoat. The Welsh dresser, in its 2 parts, is returned from the garage and wiped of the thick coating of dust that has accumulated in the 19 years since I bought it. Except for a few water stains from over filled pot-plants, it remains in excellent condition.
This afternoon, courtesy of the Skyplus planner, we settle down to watch Alan Yentob's film, "Van Gogh: a portrait in words and pictures". Based on the recent exhibition at the RA which we went to see back in January, it is what they call a "drama-doc" and I often have problems with these. But the words spoken by the actors are solely those found in the letters and testaments of the actual players, and Yentob has woven a tale of great subtlety and beauty. This strange, tortured genius has been described as one of the 10 greatest artists in history. That puts him in the company of such giants as Giotto, Michaelangelo, Vermeer and Turner. This wonderful programme reminds us why he has every right to sit at their exalted table.
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