Posts about drawing


I have been reading all sorts of stuff on the internet this morning, in search of ways to make school visits less tiring. It all seems to come down to dairy products. Talk about agendas! One camp are anti-dairy. They are generally vegetarians and come with lots of new-age baggage and then there are the pro-dairy guys. Strangely, if you dig through the pro sites they seem to be sponsored by dairy concerns!

I don’t want to go into the minutiae of phlegm and pus cell counts in milk, but I’m going to give up dairy for a week and see if it has any effect. Everything I read about voice control and public speaking suggests that mucus build up is a big problem. Disgusting isn’t it? I will enjoy keeping the world updated with my experiment. Pass the carrot juice!

Working in Sheds

studiositeWell, people do read my blog! I heard from the author and illustrator, Ted Dewan, this morning. He famously works in Philip Pullman’s old shed. What vibes are stored in those walls?

I thought I would bring things up to date on the project. I’ve cleared the site and dug the footings. I’ve ordered the materials to make the concrete pad that the “shed/studio” is going to sit on and I’ve got my eye on a door on eBay! The basic design is sorted but will adapt around the door that I eventually get. The photo shows the site, which is a bit tired from winter at the moment. In the foreground are timbers I’ve been looking after for nearly four years now, with just this project in mind. I might be in for the summer!

My Mum told my Norwegian Aunt, Tante Nilla, about this project. She said it’s only right as both Greig and Ibsen both worked in garden sheds (or hutte as the Norwegians call them). Roal Dahl famously worked in a garden shed, but then he was Norwegian too. There must be some sort of macho Viking thing about working in sheds.


Oh dear! My gorgeous, handsome Marmaduke died this morning and I’m quite devastated. I’ve never felt like this about a pet before. I can only assume that he was hit by a car. We live on a 30 mile an hour road. Our neighbours borrowed a police radar once and clocked up drivers going at 65. I’ve seen bikes going faster.

I’ve buried a lot of pets in my time but today has been the worst. All the others have died of old age or sickness. You have time to come to terms with death like that, but this was so sudden.

My neighbours found him on their driveway and brought him round wrapped in a towel. I couldn’t quite take it in. I didn’t want to take it in.

Marmaduke was a one in a million. He wasn’t very bright but he was a wonderful companion. When he was young he curled up behind me as I worked, until he became too big to fit on the chair. He would on the bed in the mornings, watching, waiting for me to wake up, then he’d creep up close until we were touching noses.

He was so vocal, always miaoued to say hello and thanks. Yes, he would say thank you too! We could spend hours just staring at each other, just being in each other’s company.

Working from home, he was my daily companion for 10 years. Now I’ll have to trawl through this site and alter all the references to him. On Friday, I walked into a classroom and there was a picture of me and Marmaduke, from my website, projected on the smartboard. I don’t want to take the picture off, but I don’t know that I want that to happen again. Children who’ve been through my sitee always ask me about him.

I knew all his little places. I knew where to find him at different times of day.

I’ll miss him dreadfully.

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