Flaking

Thanks to a lot of moisturiser, my face is surviving, but it is flaking a bit now.

Walking past the Mound while sheding fragments of skin, I discover that Thursday is late night opening. So I wander into the National Gallery, where some musicians are playing classical music. Cue half an hour looking at paintings. (Yes, I know, this sounds impossibly cultured.) I am struck by a Van Dyke that I never really noticed before. He's much more interesting than I gave him credit for.