For one reason or another most of the past month has been a wash-out, in model painting terms. However, before painting the walls (and ceiling and skirting board) of the spare room, I did manage to finish the two space marines I was painting for my nephews.
Unfortunately, computer issues delay the posting of the all-important pictures, but I did receive this email about the welcome the marines had:
The painting was much admired and James and Bobby were thrilled to see their names written on the bottom. Their fridge has a cupboard door over it but the little warriors clung effectively to the microwave and the toaster. They have now joined an elite band of Playmobile and Lego men called the Assassins.
I later heard that the Crimson Fist marine was so inseparable from his new owner that he was taken to bed, where he was temporarily lost, causing much disappointment.
If I haven’t recruited Games Workshop at least one more customer within a couple of years then I’m not sure how else I could manage to do so.