Still goldfinch and latest collective. At my whiteboard full of ideas. About an overseas holiday later in the year.

He made a crucifix with his fingers and there were tears on his face, and then I did understand. He stepped forward and we hugged and he cried. No, but he speaks English. She was a good wife. He gestures to the bench she always sat on. We hug for a long time. I buy a sympathy card. I want him to know how important his wife was. I think that maybe the son, whoever he is, can translate. Your wife had a beautiful smile.

Wannabe printmaker trapped in an office workers body. Favourite things to eat and drink. My children inspire me to be happy.