I have a text sitting unanswered from my sister. She wants to go and see Van Gogh with me, just us, not the kids. The exhibition ends in April. We have to gogh. He's at the RA. Last time I saw a major Van Gogh exhibition with my sister, I was in Amsterdam. Even over there, I ran into my boss in the queue outside the gallery. There was no escape.
Which brings us nicely to this week's strip, Disasterama, in which I should be instantly recognisable, from my work-style, if nothing else.
I'm sure it'll all be fine.