Blowing in the wind
…and it is. Blowing. I am sitting outside the boys’ room in Brixham listening to a gale outside and gentle breathing inside. Elder hasn’t slept well and I’m wide awake. So I thought I’d pop in and say hello. Hello. I’ve been doing the customary year end reflections recently. As you do. It’s been a…
. A lovely day chez Stitch. I am so lucky. I’ve been a bit moany recently, lost sight of what I’ve got. But I have got my bearings again. Happy christmas.
Can I explain why, in my opinion, my blogs have gone downhill? I 7sd to be a little intelllcual – USD long w9rds and carried a theme. But that seems to have withered on the proverbial vine. What happened to me? I was eloquent. I made sense. Spell check wasn’t a base requirement was it…
…or mashed up (Saint) Basil… It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!
Did I Matisse anything?
its been quiet chez Stitch recently – i am aware of that and Im sorry. But, Life has got in the way, as it has a tendency to do. So, I apologise but it was inevitable. anyway, i wanted to talk about a TV programme i have only just discovered…Sky Arts’ Portrait Painter of the…