My little feet have been stamped and my bottom lip has a good old mope.  “It’s just not fair! Why is this happening to me?”  I moan in sulky spoilt brat sort of way.   I need a darn good talking to so here goes.

It is the run up to Christmas and Amazon is going to be very busy.  I know they said they would get your new sketchbook to you on Saturday but these things sometimes get mixed. Anyway it is your own fault.  You had plenty of opportunity to buy a new one whilst you were especially from that nice man at Newcastle University art’s store but you didn’t so now you must wait.

I’m still pouting!

Oh the joys of being 55 going on 5.  For any younger readers of this blog don’t believe the propaganda – just because you are older doesn’t mean you grow up – it just means you get bags under your eyes and inside that weathered and sagging body there lurks a little five year old.  In fact come to think of it this really explains much of the world’s problems.

Note for Editors:

I don’t include any wives or female partners in this – they have to put up with all this nonsense and usually do so with such good grace.  No it is all the fault of we men – as many women always argue forgetting that they are just as illogical as the men – it is just they go about it in a much more suitable way.