
I’m miles being doing sketching prompts and this is five weeks late!
The #bandofsketchers prompt was crow, i drew a cartoon crow today. It’s asking why it’s legs are short. It’s because I drew the rest of it too big!
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I’m miles being doing sketching prompts and this is five weeks late!
The #bandofsketchers prompt was crow, i drew a cartoon crow today. It’s asking why it’s legs are short. It’s because I drew the rest of it too big!

Scenario: you sit down and a cat comes up and settles on your knee. One of the other cats comes up to say hello, reaches up and puts her claws in your leg in greeting, you disentangle her claws and the cat on your knee jumps off. Do you A, put up with it and try and get the comfy cat back, B, shout Stop! Loudly at the second cat? Or C, buy kevlar shin pads to avoid puncture wounds?

My favourite image is on the top right. It’s a bit hazy but I just love the face! I do wonder if the artists had actually looked at cats or just had them described to them?
Four legs, long tail, almond shaped eyes, pointed ears, sort of triangular face, nose sticks out a bit but not long snout. Sharp teeth and claws. Fur in oranges whites or black and browns or combinations or single versions of these. Don’t forget they have whiskers, and of course needle sharp teeth!
Make your own image out of that. Don’t forget size, about the size of a small dog but Maine Coone cats are much bigger!


Ouch! Kneading my leg, pulling holes in my leggings. I know you love me but that hurt! Sharp claws might be a good hunting tool for cats, but my flesh is punctured! I love you dearly, but sometimes you dig in too hard. Please get off my lap. I’m off to get a drink and a few painkillers!

Padded paddle feet on a Coot. Their feet actually look bluer than this in real life, their legs are yellow. I’m posting this because an American friend wrote about their Coots which have similar feet, but yellow coloured.
I’m always getting Coots and Moorhens mixed up. But Coots have a white blob on their forehead and their beaks are white too, Moorhens have a red blob in the same place plus the top of their bills are red, and they have similar feet and legs to Coots, but they are yellow. Maybe they are related?

This poster is in our opticians waiting room. His grandfather is the Hanwell on the poster. It was done in the 1930’s I think by an illustrator called Wilfrid Sheard who was a private in the second world war and died in 1967. You can find his details on Google.
The picture is a bit disconcerting. The man sits on the road with missing lower legs, his boots strewn across the road. He’s clearly been hit by a bus. His glasses are broken. The sign says “Never Mind – HANWELL will replace them in an hour or two!”

My brain is numb
I want to do things
Stuck inside
Tied down by boredom
And an injured leg
The world turns
And changes
First leaves
Yellow on the Cherry tree
They will wilt and fall.
Bored at home
Will I be out
Before the leaves are all gone?
Swallows will fly
Night returns as days shorten.
Looking out of a window
Limited views
Meanwhile
Keep my legs raised
To reduce the swelling.
Bored

Don’t know why I did this? It’s a bit mad. Playing with Artrage app again. I’m a bit at a loss today. My legs are aching, my ankles are sore. I’m still sleeping on the armchair, can’t attempt steps yet. I’m on pain medication and tablets for an infection in my leg. I am just, blugh! Driving hubby round the bend, been driven mad in return. I know how to do things, but he’s trying to cook. Which has resulted in overcooked food and undercooked. So, looking at screens, looking at posts. I’d like to finish some paintings but I cannot push and pull the chair I rest my art stuff on. I will have to be patient!

We went for a short walk today, just round the local streets, back past an avenue of trees. It was only about a mile but I came back aching, cold and a bit breathless so it was far enough. After months of illnesses and problems I was pleased to drag my hubby out into the cold air. No rain today, no chance of slipping, just the chance to stretch my legs and think I can start again. I hope we can extend our steps a little bit each day. I didn’t measure them because I forgot to take my phone. Now I’m just trying to relax the aches out of my leg and back. But it’s good to feel able to exercise again.

Don’t you know I want to sleep. But my feet hurt and my legs ache and twitch. My shoulder and arm shakes. I have to wear a breathing mask. Then just when I get comfortable the snoring starts! I do love him, my hubby, but he also will put a hand on my shoulder and weigh me down. Really heavy handed. It’s almost four in the morning and I’ve been downstairs getting a warm drink. So I’ve got my phone. Mistake. But he unplugged the alarm this morning and I’m not sure if I’ve set it right, so I need to use my phone alarm incase it doesn’t go off. Three hours till I have to get up. Now it’s make me a cup of tea love? Oh I give up.