Well yesterday morning found us at the Arts Centre taking down paintings at the end of my Solo Exhibition. The Arts Centre had sold 3 - which led to husband going up into the loft to find replacements (!). A few days ago I had a phone call from a fellow artist who said that a friend of his (who was at present in France) wanted to buy another 2 paintings - no, my friend did not know exactly which two they were (admitting he was slightly inebriated at the time as his daughter had held her wedding reception at the Arts Centre). Anyway I was given the chap`s phone number and was waiting for his return from France. Got in this evening to find a message from said chap asking me to ring him on his mobile - he had returned from France I returned the call but had to leave a message on his mobile voicemail. Grrr! Then I remembered I had been told that he wanted them as a present for his wife who had seen them on display and liked them. Ah - all secret stuff. So.... as I don`t know which two he wants, I have had to leave all the bubble-wrapped paintings in their various bags around the house until he makes contact. The problem occasioned by the clutter caused by painting in a small bungalow with no designated studio space has now been solved. When the gasman cometh or someone who doesn`t know us - I just wave an arm at various stuff around and say (grandly I hope!) `I am an artist`. That seems to work ... Anne