
Cold cat
Sits outside,
Won’t come it,
Wants to hide.
Cold cat
Likes to purr
But won’t come in
He won’t stir.
Cold cat,
Hides his face
Snuggles up
In a quiet place.
Cold cat
I hope I find
A new home
For your mind.
New paintings and regular art updates.

Cold cat
Sits outside,
Won’t come it,
Wants to hide.
Cold cat
Likes to purr
But won’t come in
He won’t stir.
Cold cat,
Hides his face
Snuggles up
In a quiet place.
Cold cat
I hope I find
A new home
For your mind.

Take an abstract doodle and reimagine it as a mug design.
I just sketched the black in quickly but I could see this printed on a mug. It’s brightly coloured, a real pop of pattern.
Somehow I’ve got to start getting my art work printed. I think that would be a way forward with my pictures. I’ve had a few enquiries from people recently.
The Sun is shining in through the side window now the trees on the East side of the garden have lost their leaves. The Sun rises further South East in the autumn and winter. Its shining on the ‘great stack’ of knitted toys. They are usually on the setee but I moved them so people can sit on it. Behind is one if our numerous book cases. I would love it if it was neatly stacked, colour coordinated like they are on design shows. But that’s not what a working bookcase looks like! The top shelves are rarely touched and I sometimes find cobwebs up there. I’m sure the ornaments on the top shelf up near the ceiling will be covered in dust. But there is too much art supplies in boxes in front of it…
Disorganised, chaotic, too much stuff. Magpie, collector of ornaments, canvases, paints, visual memorabilia. I’m an artist, I can’t help myself.

Time for coffee
Quick and easy
Instant decaff
Made to
Warm me
In this
November
Chill..
Then
Back to
Slumber
In my
Bed…
Sleepy eyed
Tired

I need to practice real drawing, I do a lot of digital stuff, and quick sketches but I only tend to do portraits of my hubby. I think I need to start drawing at a life drawing class again. I vaguely know where eyes and noses and mouths fit, it’s just when you are not looking at a person it doesn’t look real. I have a reasonable visual memory, I know, but that doesn’t make me accurate. I always think I could do better…..like this profile for instance, is the chin to big, the mouth too small, the brow too sloping? It’s all down to practice.
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People seem to think there are only identical twin. Born on usually the same day, unless the Labour is long and continues into the next day. They are from one fertilised egg which splits in two and goes on to form two babies (or in the case of other multiple births, more, for instance triplets). Identical twins might not fully seperate in the womb and can end up being conjoined, that is joined together. Sometimes at the head or the body. It is possible to operate and seperate them if they are not sharing organs. This is not always possible though.
There is another form of twin. Non identical. These are two seperate eggs that are fertilised at the same, or almost the same time. Non identical twins are called fraternal twins. They can be a boy and a girl, a boy and a boy or a girl and a girl. They are brothers and sisters born at the same time, but not exact copies. As they grow up their differences become more apparent. They may be bought up wearing the same clothes…. But they are not necessarily the same shape or size. As with identical twins they may have similar interests or completely different ones.
Life can be interesting, a lot of how we live is often influenced by how we are bought up, not just from our genes. It’s the old nurture verses nature argument.

It wasn’t a cloud, but the dark shape was reaching out, obscuring the moon. Something that had eyes, that twinkled in the moonlight. Something that had hands or arms to grab, what? The moon is a quarter of a million miles away. The object must either be close to Earth and not that big, or if it was close enough to capture the Moon then it would be millions of miles across.
Suddenly the light was blotted out. The huge shape turned and fled, the moon was gone. Its gravitational power gone too. Earth, which had its North and South poles tipped away from the vertical by a celestial accident in the past, now started to twist and dip. The planet becoming unstable and dangerous. People could only try to survive, and make signs and march to the chant ‘bring back our moon’. But nothing happened…..

The sound of disgust in my hubby’s voice as he utters this word. The total hate he has of doing this chore.
What can I do? I’m still sore and hobbling about from falling over on Sunday. I’ve not rested that much, I’ve washed up and cooked food. It’s just I’m still sore. Why doesn’t he understand that I need help? I’m not doing it deliberately. I found a hole in the bathroom door this morning where my head must have hit it! I am struggling to sleep as my side hurts so I’m using pain killing gel. But as I get more mobile I find other bits that hurt.
But shopping? It’s just not a man thing. Or cooking, it’s hard enough to get him to wash up. Antediluvian man!
Update:
Bread, yes
Pickled onions, no- spring onions
Pork pie, no-a large block of cheese.
Coffee, no – a bag of spinach
Beetroot, no- 15 eggs
Tomato soup, no – a bottle of wine
Milk, no – pretend butter
Potatoes, no – sliced ham!
Items on the list bought 1. Items not on the list 7!
I give up!
We’ve had a visit from a kind lady who offered to check if Woody is microchipped. He is! We have the number from it and have contacted the local branch of the cats protection league as the firm he is registered with can’t pass on his details as its data protected.
Hopefully he will be reunited, or rehomed soon.
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Four am, the brightness of the moon illuminated our kitchen, little sparks of light twinkled in the rain drops on the window. Suddenly the room dropped into darkness as a thick cloud passed across the moon.
You OK? A voice from upstairs.
Yes, I called back. Just the moon.
It’s dark now, come back to bed, it’s cold, you need your rest.
As I walked into the living room a shaft of moonlight cut through the dark.
Noooo….. I could see my hand changing again, my jaw stretching, my fangs reappearing….
I opened the back door.. It would be a long night…..
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