As a yoof, I could frequently be spotted drawing or painting. I was 'good at art', did a foundation course in Art and Design, followed by a degree in Interior Design. But when I started working as an Interior Designer, the drawing and sketching for fun stopped. I only did those things if I was getting paid for it. Over the last year I've been reviving my interest in art. Mrs Planet bought us a wonderful original painting late last year, and I've been paying more attention to artwork around me. When Aldi had an offer of artist's materials, I grabbed an A3 watercolour pad and a set of acrylic paints. My very first effort was, of course, shamefully bad. Apart from anything else, I flooded the paper with water and got some impressive buckling. I disappeared into the shed, found some beech-veneered board and cut it to size. I tidied up the edges with some thin lath (from a second-hand wooden blind that doesn't fit any of our windows). I quickly realised it would w