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Turn the up the volume.

Because it’s quite hard to hear the television over all this purring.

Sleeping dogs.

Sneaky blinder.

Elevensess

How on earth did Evie get to be eleven? Time has galloped at breakneck speed and I now have a beautiful, passionate, blue eyed artist with a love of books, drawing and cake.

Happy birthday Evie. Stay fluffy, always.

Bonnie breaks the internet.

I’ve been looking at all my drawings of Bonnie and thought you might enjoy this little selection of her best moments.
Bonnie, the hurricane, the bottomless pit, the legend, my girl. Still ever the wiggle machine and all round stinkpot of love.

Influence.

Evie is writing a list of things she might like for her birthday.

Gruff is making helpful suggestions.

Wondering if shell get a nice, shiny sword is something Gruff might wait a long time to see…

I smell therefore I eat it.

No, please don’t, look before we eat Bonnie.

Gandog.

She wears it well.

I suppose Evie is right. Technically it is on her body, therefore she is wearing her coat.

I am not happy.

Autumn.

Yeah it’s autumn. I give up. Heater’s on chasing all chills out of my studio. Dog is in heaven. Don’t like Autumn much, back to school misery and school runs turn me into a right grumpy cow.
But for now, Northern Soul is blasting, sketchbook is open, tea is steaming and my head is elsewhere.

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