On Monday, anticipation for Friday’s Christmas exhibition began. Accordingly, Tony dedicated himself to putting the finishing touches to many of his “snowman” paintings, which sold well on the night.

Tuesday was a similar day, in that respect. Tony received three commissions that day, so he got to work. Several of his snowmen have found confirmed homes in galleries in Cumbria, Lancashire and Yorkshire.

Wednesday brought crisp air and a clear blue sky. Naturally, Tony took advantage of this, and took to the skies in his newly patched-up plane. He flew out to the beautiful coastline, and returned a happy man.

On Thursday, Tony thought long and hard about a new direction for his artwork. The man was coy, and refused to share any details. “Watch this space,” was all he said.

Friday, of course, was the day of the Gallery’s annual Christmas Exhibition. The Gallery was in total meltdown when I strolled in, blissfully unaware of the chaos within. Lucy, the Gallery’s most recent hire, was more stressed than usual. Yvonne remained as dignified and patient as ever, though appeared noticeably harried. Tony, predictably, remained more or less unaffected.

Regardless of the complications that arose during preparation, the night went well. From my place behind the makeshift bar I saw people admiring the artwork on the walls, talking among themselves quite happily, and even partaking in some wine.

A busy week, in all.