A seventeenth-century painting becomes the centre of a thirteen-year-old’s world.
In the aftermath of the Jubilee, has Syd created a monster?
Tap tap tap.
Ooh. A day early. Well, that’s a nice surprise.
Now, where’s my list? There, ok. So, let’s see. Ok, so there’s that trip to pay for and those tickets to book and my bike needs new brakes and then there’s the repairs and I’ve got to get a birthday present for –
Wait…where did it all go?
Hey baby, it’s me. That’s right, I’ve come round again.
Did you miss me? You know I missed you, I really did. Now why don’t you go ahead and do what you do best?
That’s right, baby, spend me. You know I like it. Ooh yes, just like that. Go on, baby, spend me, baby, spend me, spend me!
Enthusiastic ramblings about Enid Blyton and her work!
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
Home of Lukas Kondraciuk Photography
Never, oh! never, nothing will die... (Alfred Tennyson)
Shortness of Breadth