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.
I hope you've had a good week and that you've all been reunited with your wheelie bins. I'm still trying to work out what Taboo was all about. I really enjoyed it though. I would however, struggle to summarise the plot in an elevator pitch. Luckily for me I don't foresee this ever being an issue.