The worst of ribs
I had a mini-conference with Ben about the shade and texture of the blue on my chest. I was not happy that so much of the one blue was dominating everthing and more seriously my wife doesn't even like the shade. Ben looked perplexed and initially resisted a change of tactic. Then he relented and came up with the idea of waves of blue with different shading and the result can be seen here. I am much happier now.
After my two hours I went next door to the cafe and got myself a hot coffee. It was a bitterly cold day and I was shivering on Ben's chair and couldn't wait until I got home to warm myself up. The cold must have made the pain worse too. Once in the cafe I was able to brag about my progression towards a bodysuit and my memories of my cowardice were quickly erased.