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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.
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6 comments:

ElizT said...

I'm wishing that dog some peace and goodwill.

21 December 2011 at 18:22:00 CET
Anonymous said...

It all sounds most intriguing

22 December 2011 at 03:04:00 CET
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!

22 December 2011 at 10:58:00 CET
Jess said...

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

22 December 2011 at 17:58:00 CET
Rosie said...

Merry Christmas, Jess.

23 December 2011 at 12:19:00 CET
Anonymous said...

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

24 December 2011 at 20:59:00 CET

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