Back Of Envelope…

… I’m trying to put a tiny painting on the back of envelopes these days. It keeps me happy and (hopefully) is cheerful.
(Loving the new paint colour! Wild violet, special edition!).

I popped into town (no choice, I’m going away for a couple of days, leaving Himself to cater alone, so the least I can do is make it easy).

I went at school out time (again, no choice) and followed a couple of lovely lads, I’d guess they were around 12/13yrs of age? One of them on a scooter, the other trailing behind. They were both world weary.
As you overtake, you sometimes overhear a sentence of conversation that makes you smile…

… ‘Nathan is pure psychological torture’.

Pause.

‘Mrs Jones had specifically told him not to take his trumpet out’.

‘I know’.

Pause.

‘It wasn’t even a music lesson’.

(Names changed to protect the innocent!).