Lynne's brother Matt turned 50 when we were on holiday in Hobart.
Needless to say, Lynne said (very endearingly): 'Darling, I've forgotten my brother's birthday. Can quickly rustle up a dog?'
Just what I wanted to hear when I was engrossed in my daily task of working out which beach to spend the day on.
Fortunately technology came to the rescue and Carol emailed a photo of Frankie for me to do a portrait from. (For anyone who's interested here's the genealogy: Carol is Matt's wife - Frankie is Matt's dog.)
Then Australiapost and the Royal Mail came to the rescue and got the painting of Frankie to Mat on time.