Death is the star

Doodles

I cleared out the bottom drawer of my desk at work earlier this week, and came across a series of badly-inked doodles. There's a small selection below.

So many memories of b..o...r....i.....n............g meetings that stretched out in search of infinite emptiness. And then my mind spins once more and I'm lost in dreams.

I remember the morning I filled an entire meeting room in a mental deluge of fish, ambushing yet another pointless PowerPoint presentation. And the time a strangely happy spaniel bounded across a page of notes to bark, 'Woof!'

Exquisite dreams. Badly-inked doodles

The meeting of minds

Little Lamper at work

Thirteen months and growing

Dear Little Lamper,

we've recovered ... well, just about! It was rather hectic, wasn't it? Mummy off to learn how to mark papers properly, and us left in charge of you. Or was it the other way round, I wonder?

You did enjoy exploring, didn't you. Especially all those places that thirteen month old toddlers shouldn't be. And as for your dancing? Any grandson of mine who can cut a mean rug to the Brazilian back beats of Azymuth wins a special star from me!

The sight of you, Little Lamper, swaying from side to side, hands aloft and dressed in little more than a t-shirt and a slightly fragrant Pamper, will remain with me for ever.

And then you fell down.

But that's life.

So pick yourself up once more, young man, and spin in time with grandpa. It's the rhythm of life, you know.

God bless,

electrofried(grumps)