The days seem to trail although they are getting shorter. So when Friday evening comes the only option seems to be a takeaway and Netflix. It lasts you into the wee hours when you realise you ought to go to sleep. So you do, to a documentary about the medical condition of Abraham Lincoln.
You wake up to the rain smattering against the window. You ought to take the opportunity to sleep in but rest eludes you. So you walk downstairs, fetching something to eat and are at once confronted with the remnants of a week gone by. Dishes, administration in a neat stack which grab along with the breakfast. And some very colourful paintings depicting The Mr Men and Little Miss characters from Roger Hargreaves’.
You smile at the felt pen drawings. Somehow even Cecile managed to secure a place.
drawings with the books that just arrived for Sebastian although we all love them 🙂