Well here is another piece of work just finished last night... the birds she's supposed to be minding for her Aunt have escaped. She is not really bothered about catching them, just another thing to fit into her busy day. Something she is bothered about though is her new frock, which reminds me of a poem I love by Dorothy Parker...
Travel, trouble, music, art,
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme-
I never said they feed my heart,
But still they pass my time.