I have two paintings in an exhibition during the Festive Season. A portrait and a painting of a tall ship. So I spent afew hours afew days before Christmas sitting in a long gallery at a desk, back to a heater, reading a brochure, acting as a stewart, while hoping for visitors to the gallery and perhaps a sale. The day was dark and cold. The snow came down and few visitors venued to the university campus where the gallery was situated. The town itself was quieter than previous days before Christmas. Ice on pavements, snow falling thick and fast at times made most who might have been on holiday, perhaps seek warmer weather in other countries. But still, I enjoyed myself.