More About Fragrant Wife...

Day 56, Wednesday February 25, 1pm: I’ve got a soft spot for Fragrant Wife (see posting January 3).
She’s one of those people with a real talent but without the confidence to match (I’ve always preferred a diametrically opposed approach, myself – overbearing arrogance based on nothing of any consequence).
I dropped in unannounced on FW the other day and demanded a cup of cha. FW blushes as she opens the door. It’s another of those endearing qualities. She blushes at dropping hats. She turns crimson when greengrocers say “tomatoes” and Welshmen “Aberystwyth”. That’s just how she is.
FW, if you remember, resolved to do a sketch a day to try and resuscitate her art. She admits, though, that she has already fallen way behind. Could I, though, see some of the sketches she has completed? FW blushes. No, I can’t.
Halfway through the cup, though, she changes her mind and fetches her book. She really can draw, can FW. There is a gorgeous still life of a pineapple, and an exquisite sketch of her two sons.
There’s also one of her husband, Boot Boy, but it doesn’t look anything like him. FW has made him look far too young and handsome and relaxed. He should be in Dr Martens, holding an axe handle and bellowing.
Perhaps that is just the way she perceives him. Which is rather sweet, however misguided.