I have secured a red dot


I got some terrific replies to yesterday’s email. Thank you for being so kind, and funny, and wise.

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I’ve done a lot of the things I need to do. Other things will simply have to remain undone.

I’m taking the pictures to Burgh House shortly, where I’ll probably write a description of them all by hand and stick that on the wall too.

I may make some videos, probably for my Instagram, but who can tell.

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Great News

This morning I received a Whatsapp message from K., a reader of this newsletter who evidently has impeccable taste, asking about the availability of one of my pictures:

I sent back details, and this happened:

I simply can’t tell you how much confidence this gives me, before I even turn up at the venue to hang the pictures.

Here are the details again:

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Magnolias of Hampstead

Venue: Burgh House, New End Square, London NW3
​Opening hours: 10am - 4pm
​Dates Wednesday 19 Feb, Thursday, Friday and Sunday 23 Feb

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THANK YOU EVERYONE for your kind wishes and thank you K. for that first red dot on the wall at Burgh House, beside “Golden Hour Magnolia".

JPF

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John-Paul Flintoff

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