This was a good week's labour.

My nearest And dearest enemy.

The world's a stage on which all parts are played.

Turn over a new leaf.

Your pictures would have been finished a long time ago if I were not forced every day to do something to earn money.

Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, How I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun.

Email is a wonderful thing for people whose role in life is to be on top of things. But not for me; my role is to be on the bottom of things. What I do takes l…