Life Imitating Art....

...or is it the other way around?

After a busy day at the studio I headed off to see Bella for a few minutes before heading home. Unfortunately she was far to busy playing with her chum to take any notice of me so it was off to meet one of my oldest pals - Mr Rushdy.

Although we haven't seen each other for about ten years he phoned up, out of the blue, and is now settled in our spare room.

Mr Rushdy has been living here since he was fifteen he still has his Egyptian accent and is starting to look less like a young pharaoh and more like and aging souk shopkeeper.

So there goes our quiet weekend - it looks like he'll be dragging us around all his old haunts - would we have it any other way?