I’ve quite missed my sittings with Catherine.   It’s an opportunity for two hours of reverie and gossip.   This time I actually got an incredibly brief glimpse of my portrait, but at the precise moment when I realised who it was, she too realised that she had left it on the easel and whisked it away.   So I only have a flash of it like a mirage.   I now feel that if I were ever to see it properly, it would disappear before my eyes.   Time is running out before her exhibition in June and I don’t like to ask if I will be included.   Afterwards, I retreat for a macaroon and Collect.