this week, I mainly…
pulled up the drawbridge and got on with some writing.
Which always involves a lot of end-of-pencil-chewing and staring out of the window.
It mostly looked a lot like this:
You see that tiny patch of blue? Not enough for a pair of cat’s pyjamas, but JUST big enough for some inspiration to squeeze through I’m hoping.
‘Writing’ means scribbly thumbnails too.
met my friend’s dog Murphy, who gazed mournfully at every mouthful of supper I ate…
and shouted at his reflection in the window.
I did a large amount of bear-style bowl-licking while making a meringue roulade…
and very much enjoyed the chocolate scribbling.
In all – a scribbly week!