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The portrait is finito, fixed and paid for. I'm still scrubbing the lead, graphite, pastel and charcoal from my poor, maltreated hands. My right ring finger looks like it's got a five 'o' clock shadow.

In other news: copious amounts of wrapping etc preceded the day, and the lounge room and adjacent dining room look like the crime scene of a Father Christmas spontaneous combustion. We're up to our ears in wrapping paper and ribbon, but I love it all the same. Lovin' the Christmas ambiance this year.

Wow, and that's about it.