Went to London with Mum and Dad to see the Whistler’s (Rex that is) at the V&A but unfortunately that room was shut. At the Tate, after a lot of talk about a three hour journey, Glasgow, and Director’s friends (I believe that all these were lies), Dad talked the security guy and and his manager round into letting us into the *closed on Sundays* restaurant, and the unfinished Rex Whistler mural. I pinched a menu with a detail from the mural on the cover. What a day.