It's ten years today since my father died. Not something to dwell on particularly, but to mark the anniversary in a small way we visited the Courtauld Gallery. Highlights included Cranach's Desperate Housewives and Raoul Dufy's Blue Peter Design a Mural Competition Winner, 1906. And some nice Cézanne and Kandinsky. National security of course precludes disclosure of the incident involving my father, Manet's A Bar at the Folies-Bergère, the spy Anthony Blunt, and some Michelangelo drawings. At least until Dan Brown offers the family a large sum for the book rights.

I have created a blog because it is The Law that anyone on the Internet over a certain age must have one (under a certain age, you must still have one, but it's on myspace and uses colour, sound and imagery to prevent anyone over a certain age from reading it). I don't actually have anything to say, though. Ho hum.