The statue is complete. She now stands in Isopon slendour, 5'4", clad in a shell suit with driving gloves (I am no good at hands). The Venus de Mile End, as she is known, is as fitting a tribute to my love for Ms Penelope Ruttledge as is humanly possible to sculpt. The area in the pig sty where she stands, next to the spare Massey Furgusson centre-housing and fertiliser bags is now a shrine. I really could cut my bloody ear off, I really could.