Ooh...

Well it's an all-hands meeting this morning, conducted entirely using the word "ooh".  Agreeing that we need to dialogue later about his recent attitude, the wee man crams his teether into his mouth to tell me we're finished here.

Creative or Domestic?

I weakly attempt a tidy up, realise I did more than I thought yesterday and so declare houswifery off the agenda.  Besides, there's a spider living on the ceiling in the living room and if I switch on the vacuum he might actually move, and I will probably scream.

Sitting at the desk with a blank art pad, some charcoal and my watercolour pencils seems much more appetising:

I did it in a hurry with charcoal and watercolour pencils.  It's rough, it's uneven.  But it's colourful and I needed to do something, dammit.

Domestic: Nil

Creative: Getting there

Obscure delight

I just love daylight savings in Scotland.  At 10pm it still looks and feels like 4pm and it makes you not want to go to bed, ever.  This feeling of the night being young for longer is just as well when it's 11 o'clock and you realise you're just finally settling down to watch a movie and eat the dinner you prepared at 8.