Everyone's a critic . . .
Laying in the dark tonight at bedtime, listening to the rain, when this conversation starts. Mister 9: Mum, I need to hire an artist. Me: I'm an artist. Mister 9: No, a real one. Mister 5: Yeah, a REAL one Mum. Me: What for? Mister 9: I want my portrait painted. Me: I can do that. Mister 5: No she can't, she can only paint shings, animal shingees and stuff. Mister 9: Can you, like a proper painting? Like peoples faces and stuff? Me: Yes, but you have to sit still. M