Monday, 28 January
Due to the unrelentingly awful weather—sheets of rain interspersed with miserable drizzle—Monday was a day spent working at home. Tony dug into his sketchbook whenever he could, but most of his time was dedicated to looking after Yvonne, who is fighting cancer, to the best of his ability.
Tuesday, 29 January
After receiving a lovely letter from Australian artist Rolf Harris, Tony felt grateful to have such steadfast friends in the art world. The letter, one of many addressed to Tony and Yvonne at this difficult time, was very much appreciated.
Wednesday, 30 January
Wednesday was another traditionally Scottish wet, windy day. This time, however, Tony did not stay at home; he popped into the Gallery, just to make sure everything continued to run smoothly in his absence. Tony spent an hour or two painting. Later, some quick sketches. Wednesday’s trip to the Gallery was as much about preventing hardworking Yvonne from catching cabin fever than ensuring that the Gallery hadn’t burned down in her absence.
Thursday, 31 January
The weather was, again, shocking. More rain, more wind. Even at this time, old snow still lined the edges of Tony’s house. Tony, back in the Gallery again, spent his day tackling the administrative issues that seem to crop up again and again in his absence. However, after untangling himself from red tape, Tony was able to once again work on his new paintings.
Friday, 01 Feb
Friday was, unusually, quiet enough for Tony to continue with his painting. An exhibition is planned for an as of yet unknown date in the next few months. Tony’s painting was interrupted, however, by aching joints and a complaining body. Many painkillers were consumed.
Saturday, 02 Feb
An almost full team of staff occupied the Gallery on Saturday, with the exception of one who had fallen prey to the illnesses that thrive in the cold and the wet. Tony’s studio was dug out from under all the debris and dust that had accumulated in it by the valiant Saturday girl Rachel. The day flew by as many friends and collectors popped in for a chat and a steaming mug of tea. The Art House kettle was tested to its very limits.
