|George my extremely handsome son, shares a sandwich with Lucky the crow, and Sadie.|
This evening I made dinner for my extremely handsome son George, because his Mum Tricia was away visiting her Mum in London. I made a shepherds pie. Unfortunately I left too much gravy in the mince, and the mashed potato I put on top was absorbed into it, so it was a bit.. a lot, soggy. Never mind he said he enjoyed it and he had a second helping so I believe he did.
After dinner I took him to his football training in town. While he was there I went and saw a lovely couple of people who want a portrait done of their son, and his parrot! I am looking forward to doing this one. The parrot is brightly coloured and will give me a challenge balancing the bright colours against their sons skin tones.
Leaving them, I went back and watched George training. I think both he and I have got over our fears that his recent knee operation would affect his playing. It certainly hasn't from what I could see, and he looks to be full of confidence on the pitch again.
After I had dropped George back at home, I had to go into town again straight away, to play at an open mic night. Which of course I did magnificently! Well I have to say that, no one else will. I'm not blowing my own trumpet though, because I play guitar.
It was nearly midnight when I got home. It's a cold night so I had some cornflakes with hot milk. Then I started reading other blogs. Now that I am following quite a few, it takes a bit of time to catch up, and the time is now 1-45 am.
I had, or have, a tale to tell, but it is late and I am tired. It is quite a complicated story about the time I ran away from foster care at age 13. So I will leave it now until the next time I am on here. I must apologise for not writing a post this time, but it is very late. Please forgive my laziness.
Thank you to all of you for reading my literary efforts, and for your encouraging comments. It all means such a lot to me.
Come back again soon. Bye for now.