4:41 PM
Nia was playing with a bucket of water and a child sized watering can, 'helping' by watering the tomato plants she and Charlie had planted in their tenant's plot. And while she was occupied Charlie was taking the opportunity to splash some paint around on a board and asemble a rough sketch of whatever happened to be in his head today.
The painting had started off being of the flowers in the border but the face of a red haired woman kept intruding and he couldn't make up his mind whether it was Ceri or Samantha, Nia's mother. He shook his head and splashed on more paint, wondering what he was trying to tell himself.
The painting had started off being of the flowers in the border but the face of a red haired woman kept intruding and he couldn't make up his mind whether it was Ceri or Samantha, Nia's mother. He shook his head and splashed on more paint, wondering what he was trying to tell himself.