...1) use tweezers and 2) eat pistachio nuts. The first is obvious, it hurts. The second, because I found a dead crispy earwig burrowed inside one. Still, none of this has any relevance except it was a slightly more intriguing opener than me bleating on about how busy I have been over the past few months. I have been busy though. Too busy to write about being busy.
I guess the Dartford Crossing has a different meaning to people depending on which way they are heading. From the Monday morning blues driving to work, to that Friday feeling heading home. If it's the former though you may not want this print hanging on your wall.
The glorious sound of a lawn mower confirmed what the busy birds have been trying to tell me for weeks. Spring has sprung. It was still light at 18:15 yesterday. My compulsion to comment on how light it is in the evenings will continue until June when talk will invariable turn to how the nights are drawing in. You can't say I haven't warned you.
This lent, instead of giving up chocolate I am going to do a small drawing every day. Very small. Each drawing will fill a square tile measuring 45mm. By Easter time I will have filled in all the squares below and will hopefully have an A3 print of a Spring Sampler.