Mediocre weather. Dog chewing himself to pieces. Un-required hangover drawing loaded onto here for passing rubber neckers with a passing fascination with illustration maybe. It's a start. Pen and ink on cheap paper, with a little colouring in by pencil on the blanket and a bit round the man's eye. I'm in two minds how to proceed with this blog, for now.
Silence. The dog has sunk into dreamland and capsized his basket in the process. Just the hum in the wires or is it a head stuffed with catarrh, bit of both. Wind's getting up. Bird call, at intervals, one, two. One two, one, two, three. Like two slices of slate rubbing together?