Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 13 February 2014
I'm in the doghouse again. I had an untimely reminder from Green-Eyes that she was expecting a Valentine's Card from a certain rat-like me, and - to tell the truth - I had actually forgotten all about the 14th of Feb. She is almost 20, but still expects one from me, or some form of me.
So I looked through all the old drawings I used to do For H.I. (I can't believe I used to do one EVERY day), and came across this one which was done a couple of years before she (Green-Eyes) was born.
When her bro was a nocturnally cot-confined baby, I gave him a soft toy in the shape of a kangaroo which looked exactly like the above drawing. I don't know where it is now - he probably ate it in his sleep.
In my dream of his dream, he is obviously riding on its back through an exotic landscape, and I had forgotten all about it until just now.
So, in some psychic recompense, I dedicate this post to Sarah Toa, who knows what Kangas really look like, being constantly surrounded by them as she is.