Sleep hits me when the birds start singing.
Might sleep in the garden, might sleep in a tree.
Might sleep.
Might not.
Can I have a coffee yet?
Posted on May 17, 2020, in Uncategorized and tagged covid diary, Drawing, Humour, Illustration, lock-down life, pandemic, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Wow that cat is doing an excellent job at knocking off all your bathroom supplies. You gotta love ca
It’s my kids that made me quit using makeup but I’m sure a cat’s just as bad at getting into everyth
I love your art. You have caused me to feel the moment with you.
Hahahahaha I know that one!
Our house has an open door policy for the bathroom cause either the dog or cat scratches the door if
Hahahaha, you've lost that basket :D
Love this!..
Adorable, as usual. <3
Doodlemum 
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
You are not alone in your nightly vigils til dawn my darling. xxx
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(thought one was supposed to WAKE when the birds start singing …..)
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Me too. Whoops 😬
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