Sophie at home in her car with her cats

Sophie stayed in my converted garage for a while because she was my grand daughter’s friend and she was jobless and homeless. She had many personal problems, the most alarming of which was the procession of boyfriends that frequented her little refuge. They apparently did a lot of very quiet, drug fuelled partying. But I was unaware, being busy preparing for this ehibition. The issue came to a head with a dash of domestic violence and the suicide of the perpetrator. Thereafter, my garage was converted into a workshop. Sometimes walking the walk can trip you up.