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Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Walking backwards for Christmas?

Howling, monster winds. The water has been off all day and is sputtering and coughing back into life. My worst fears confirmed, the invisible wife is back in town, adorned in floor-length leather coat, and still with Russian boyfriend in tow...and a grey-looking Henry, plus vino buddy, plodding along behind. This is not good news. The smell of black tobacco hovers...
The above in Ultrafractal, Photoshop, Painters essential.

6 comments:

ElizT said...

I'm wishing that dog some peace and goodwill.

nursemyra said...

It all sounds most intriguing

Rosie said...

eliz: I talk to Rover in the street every day.

nursemyra:I'd really rather not know anymore about them than I already do!

Purpletreebird said...

They live their lives out loud! Hmm..I agree with you, too much knowledge not necessarily a good thing! ;o)
Jess xx

Rosie said...

Merry Christmas, Jess.

letouttoplay said...

What you do know makes a marvellous, tantalising backdrop to all your own work.