Colouring in.

After a really stressful week, where Martin was in China and lots of grim stuff was unfolding around me, I ordered one of these adult colouring books. Supposedly they help with stress.
Drawing is part of my everyday life because of my job but I thought this might be different because it involves no thinking other than what pencil to use.
I collected it from the post office in the morning and after 20 minutes, I am hooked.
I wonder if part of the attraction is the return to childhood aspect?