Manfred, the wonderfully charming Arts Director, arrived bringing light to the situation, literally. "I bring you light," he said, wheeling in a strong halogen light. Slender, freckled, fair-haired under his brown felt hat, unflappable and amusing he quickly dispatched my list of requests. A translated modus operandi between the cleaner and myself, (if I shower before 10 am I won't be interrupted. "Get up early!" in response to my " but I work late, sleep-in late" screech), a large mirror put into the shower room and another in the living space, a coat rack fixed to the wall at the front door, and another up on the sleeping platform an electric kettle, (water-cooker) appeared, extra sockets extension, two more long painting tables, a long bench, chairs for the studio plus a wicker chair with a back, for wondering what to do/staring into space. The place was ready to go.
