Letters to Philippa extracts for November 1967

Letters to Philippa • [unknown date]:

I was talking to one of my students at the RA schools the other day. He said ‘Oh, by the way, I got married on Saturday!’ He has shoulder length hair, open shirt and necklace and other pendants! Came from York. His wife is French and they have only known each other a month! He got £100 prize at the schools a fortnight ago, so perhaps that clinched the argument, if there was any!

Letters to Philippa • 27th Nov 1967:

I have been having some treatment by my osteopath. I like him and we get on fine, talking all the time when suddenly he jerks my head and nearly breaks my neck! he had a go at my arms last time and he says the wrist might be widened….. he poked and dug into my arm, very painful, but do you know, my hand had much more control when I came to do my daily fugue on the piano?! I am going to stick to this chap as he understands my requirements. I am not just a case as the doctors see me, but an individual. I am much better all round fortunately.

Letters to Philippa • 27th Nov 1967:

The studio is in an incredible mess! How I shall start tidying it up for Peter Cochrane {from Tooths} I don’t know. Mrs Gubb [who does the cleaning] looks in with horror and amazement.