from my window

Each morning when I comb my hair I twist any stray wisps together and float them off through the open window in the belief that they will be found by some sharp-eyed avian and soon be lining a cosy nest.

some sweet uses of adversity

The other weekend I went back to school; at least, I became a student again, trying to understand and get to grips with some of the techniques of mono-printing. I loved it.

Letting it all hang out

A billowing washing line has always made my heart sing. In the great sort-out that’s been going on at home this messy little sketch popped up,

Yes! there is a pod

inside, outside, shake it all about

Equal to the most luxurious velvet nest fashioned to cosset a priceless Fabergé jewel-encrusted golden egg is…