More of Terry's birds

I'm drawing my way through the days after dad dying. I haven't stopped. It really does help I think.

The funeral is ages away unfortunately. I'll be off work for a while and I find that a bit awkward. Like I'm a fraud or something. I know I'm not and nobody at work would think that but it does feel strange.

I'm feeling very impatient just now too. I think that's because my mum is staying with us just now. She was knocked over by a rottweiller and damaged her knee. Life's so weird. Anyway, she's staying for a bit along with her super yappy dog that drives me insane. Sometimes it's impossible to even talk because of his yapping.

I'm sitting in a coffee shop just now. On my own. There's nice music on. People are chatting all around me. It's nice.

The art on the walls is shite though. Haha!