A quiet week, I took very few photos. Here's what did happen.
We found an elderly terrier in a pile of rubbish down Brick Lane, she was all growly and crotchety but we managed to find where she lived and walk her home her home using a special Toot hand-painted tote that conveniently doubled as a lead. When we got there her owner said - 'she's always wandering off, she never listens'. Silly pup.
My brother got one year older. I gave him these presents.
And I made a print of some trousers.
The end.
elderly brindled cairn ♥ just discovered your blog this week and it is wonderful
ReplyDeleteHello there, glad you like it. I'm loving this word brindled, I had to look it up though. I think it sounds a bit like her character as well as her coat: she was kind of irritable but couldn't really be bothered to do it properly.
ReplyDeleteNice to have you about.
I really want to know what is in the presents!
ReplyDeletehar har! You're just like me then. The nice present was a pot I made, the weird one was . . . ear candles! Have you ever used them? they're incredible.
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