"But how do you draw?" people ask. "Rather badly now," I reply. Some days my vision is 'patchy'. Bits are missing. To focus on a particular part of the page I stand and angle my head. Both actions become extremely tiring and uncomfortable. The Trabbed eye leaks. Pausing to blink -- I wipe. Now where's the pen gone? I search. Using several pens to give thick or thin lines means there are always pens around. I search. Eventually a start is made. By now my neck is getting a crick, my mind's eye which holds the outline I want -- temporarily gives up. Making for the kitchen I pour another coffee. It's all too easy to put off the moment of truth. I do not want to face this fact. I cannot now illustrate with competency, but I WILL DRAW SOMETHING. My soul craves absolution that I still can. It is a challenge!