But with intervals of...
And freezing at night. Which may explain the presence of this little chap, found by Samson and Andy, behind the sofa last night. Andy felt the need to check for more...I had a vision of an exasperated little mouse-wife and a gaggle of eight children, whining and runny nosed, huddled beneath the sofa cover..." I don't know 'Enry, you never get it right, I told you it were too good to be true! !"
"But Muvver, 'ow was I to know there were four cats 'ere?"
"I don't know why I married you, I really don't...take your tail out of yer nose, our Albert!"
But in the event, it was just poor 'Enry, and he was released into the shed, there to take his pick of the woodpile, my old piano or - more likely - the motorbike, where he could chew wires to his little heart's content.
I now have my first actual in-my-hands printed piece, the fairy baking poster painted at Christmas for the primary teachers resource magazine 5-7. It's a teaching aid for poetry and on the back are exercises to develop pupils language skills. They write a poem about it and answer suggested questions, such as 'what colour cake is being made, what do you think it tastes like?' And talking about the size of the fairies, to introduce the idea of similes, 'the fairy was as small as a flower'. (BTW, I had nothing to do with this part of the project, I just painted the picture). It's odd to think of all those little minds concentrating on my imaginings and coming up with their own takes on it.
I now have my first actual in-my-hands printed piece, the fairy baking poster painted at Christmas for the primary teachers resource magazine 5-7. It's a teaching aid for poetry and on the back are exercises to develop pupils language skills. They write a poem about it and answer suggested questions, such as 'what colour cake is being made, what do you think it tastes like?' And talking about the size of the fairies, to introduce the idea of similes, 'the fairy was as small as a flower'. (BTW, I had nothing to do with this part of the project, I just painted the picture). It's odd to think of all those little minds concentrating on my imaginings and coming up with their own takes on it.
This month is Big Decision time - again. Do we stay here or take the plunge and do as we have been planning to do for years - move to Devon. We have to decide soon, as the rent contract is up for renewal. If we stay here another year, it's just treading water. But moving is expensive and time consuming. A lot depends on whether Andy can get a job within his company, whether I get any more decent paying work, or get a good agent. We are coming round to the idea of 'just doing it'.
If only the marbles fall in the right places, and not skittering off the game board...
If only the marbles fall in the right places, and not skittering off the game board...
