I Dream Of

It's all happening, all being nothing in particular, really. I was burning candles on top of a stack of books while I was making these drawings and I got so sidetracked that when I went to blow them out I realized wax had dripped all the way down each book and onto the floor. Have you ever tried to get wax off carpet?

Other exciting things that have happened while I've been on holidays include me rearranging the pictures on my wall, baking a quiche and scones, and, as predicted - watching 'I Dream of Jeannie'. I feel incredibly heart wrenchingly sorry for Jeannie. Each episode leaves her love unrequited, it's tragic. I find myself asking the same questions as one would ask themselves after a relationship comes to an end "She's attractive, intelligent, willing... WHY DOESN'T HE LOVE HER?"