Our leader (as depicted above by David Stafford) asked for doodles, so I doodled. It did not go unnoticed here at Nayland Farm. We have a fairly rigorous routine, both working from home, both pulling our oars, so after breakfast had been eaten and when I didn't leap up to replace the homemade passion fruit and apricot jam in the fridge, Patrick leaned over and asked, 'whatcha doing?' in a perplexed and tolerant voice. My response, 'I'm doodling for Diane' was not entirely appreciated.
About a week after I sent my doodles (and they were met with enthusiasm in Elgin), mine arrived from DK, at least I think they're DK's doodles. They aren't signed, but it would be a little weird if they were, you don't usually sign doodles do you?
The next step is to doodle til they're done and this gives me something of an existentialist crisis. Does she mean fill the page with doodles, add colour to the doodles, make them into a doodle book. I'm not really asking I am trying to reign my over-zealous side in.
Many thanks Diane! As ever your enthusiasm is infectious and these doodles are mad!
Perhaps the wine would help the doodles?
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Wine is a go-to nourishment for doodlers--enjoyed your freewheeling entries!
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