Feet Up

This is what I am doing today.

Hark the Herald

I find it so satisfying to draw these creatures. More fun than making pirogies which I will be doing tomorrow.

My dance card is full to bursting...erm...not.

Party, party.

Forced back to watercolour and ink while the tablet is on the blink. Actually, it feels very nice.

Last guitar class of the year today. Arthur unfortunately has been asleep on top of Marc Lamberg's "Chant d'Amour" so there is a slightly dishevelled set of small pawprints crossing the three pages.

Alice who used to be Frank is waiting to see if her daughter and son- in- law make it to Barcelona airport today. Britain has stopped again.

Snow, snow, snow, snow

Actually, it's raining grey lumps of ice here. Gordon Brown is rambling on and pretending he can't hear the questions.
The town is absolutely deserted. Everyone has gone to their pueblos. I sort of wish I wasn't here.

Merry Christmas