Desk back to comforting level of chaos; how's this for a find - calorie counting, the Jewish way, courtesy of my gardening girls.
New Saatchi gallery, full of wonders. Fallen angel, minus halo, complete with age spots and neatly tied bow.
And a nursing home full to the brim of decrepit world leaders, in continuous motion thanks to their electric wheelchairs. Gallery attendants obliged to play Nursey, keeping them from ploughing into each other. Could have watched for hours.
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oh thanks for bringing that to my notice.
I think it would be funny if they all were crashed into each other and fruitlessly whirring and getting nowhere - that seems to me, to be the natural habitat of 'World Leaders'.
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