View attachment 2310 there is something almost holy about the little dog deep in slumber. his stance. im sure Albus Dumbledore looks like him when he is sleeping. the little pink pads of his feet. Good morning, it is, here. cold, foggy but shows signs of sun coming out later. having my morning ginger tea. i hope all had a good Thanksgiving. Sun - sounds like a good time. but what a racket, 18 people and two lovely dogs. sand dunes, pier, beautiful sea. i loved St Clement. it looks so clean and not so crowded. are you pleased with your paintings? your paintings are almost like a diary...where you went, what frame of mind were you at that point of time. the little boy in the woods picture has stayed in my mind. Dmc - good to see you, even if for a moment. i know you will come by when you can. Julie - did any of the children come up? did you cook up a storm? Granni - all that good food! i imagine you could hardly walk. whenever we go out to eat i try and take a walk around the block before getting into a car and coming back. my stomach feels better. Rock - your computer has malware. a virus. needs de virusing. i watched a stand up comedian show on tv. the guy was Brit, he was rambling and then said something about potted meat and slathering it on his face, then fixing a hinge with a covering hanging over his face, and if any amorous vegans came near him, lifting the hinge to ward off their unwelcome advances. its the sort of thing sends me into splits. my DD used to enact the scene at random times if she spoke of someone she didnt like. last evening i went to the Centre to join in the Full Moon meditation. but so much traffic, and i couldnt get a cab so was late. but i walked on further into town, needed to give my body the exercise. browsed around bookshops. picked up some toiletries for DD. she went off to attend the wedding of a friend of a friend.