old surgery house
Everything’s taken a fine art slant since my sister arrived. It’ll only last for less than a week, so I’m making the most of it. She spent the morning painting a picture of me on a huge canvas I’d stowed, unused and collecting dust, beside the wardrobe for at least six years. Afterwards we went to the pub and sketched the building across the road. It’s great being with my sister because we have about the same attention spans and can geek out together about drawing stuff without annoying anyone else.