Crayons

My titles are genuinely rubbish aren't they!

A busy week with work, teacher-parent learning conferences, juggling children (not literally) and a leak in our basement which is getting worse and worse and starting to stress me out. I phoned the landlords yet again tonight and left a stern message in my best Geordie accent. I've had enough now. And when I've had enough I'm not very good at hiding how I feel. Landlords probably couldn't understand a bloody word I said.

So, crayons was all I could muster for a blip tonight. D was drawing with them earlier. He likes to hold one in each hand and scribble at the same time. Why not, hey? There are no rules when it comes to art.