My big sister rang yesterday to ask if I was all right because I hadn't blogged in ages, and also, how did I like the hot weather?
I said I was fine, and I liked the hot weather because I could pretend I was on holiday. It meant I didn't have to satisfy the puritanical being sitting on my right shoulder that insists I do something productive and meaningful everyday, preferably for the benefit of someone other than myself. So that, I said, is probably why I hadn't blogged - because I'd conceptually been on holiday - although I have been drawing, something which is for me and no-one else.
Here is one of the said drawings, of my nasturtiums, because I'm pleased with it, even though I haven't got the jar perfectly upright.
And now one coloured with inks:
Because I have no ideas in my head for another novel, I've been thinking about trading in words for pictures, and then I wondered about amalgamating them along the lines of this...
The best way for the dangerous crossings to stop is to provide safe and legal routes for those seeking sanctuary, yet the government is failing to provide certainty on replacements for two such schemes that have ended or are ending this year.
The government says it wants to reduce the numbers of people crossing the Channel, but if children and separated families cannot access family reunion, they are going to have no choice but risk their lives.