A Knife on the Tiles

A Knife on the Tiles

It is time to start painting again….

I’ve got my reference books out of storage after ten years – they are on some new shelves in a new room – suddenly the world feels better again after all the struggles.

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About peter

'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.