His beast

Is out.

How wonderful it is to be ten years old.

You can do oil painting in your dressing gown without a worry in the world.

He's going to have an exhibition. He wants to exhibit alongside his grandfather.

He says I can be his agent.

It's all so simple when you believe in yourself.

And you don't have to pay the mortgage.




Edit - I've got a balloon again and reached 300 blips without realising. Note to self - make sure the 365 doesn't pass me by.

Thank you to all of you who visit my journal, it means a lot to me.