Nobody was going to get in the way of my ambition. Definitely, no men.
Which was a pity, because my best friend set me up with free accommodation in the home of dishy vet, Christophe Dubois. All I had to do was cook his meals.
I could do that. I would resist him and focus on my art…
And then I met fellow countryman and art critic, Daniel Keane, who was knowledgeable, well-connected and so supportive.
Brilliant! I would focus on my art even more …wouldn’t I?
I soon learned two things: some men are hard to resist and my judgement of them was still on the dodgy side. Which threatened my ambition and left me facing an uncertain future…again.