Just a quick post. As you may know, I've recently been practicing drawing people, and, I finally plucked up the courage and went out of the house. I plucked up the courage and went out to draw people, that is. I found a quiet corner in a tearoom.
I felt quite concerned about the 'big boned' fella, above, perched on the tiny chair. I was more concerned for the chair, though.
The brat, I mean kid, below, was having a tantrum because the tearoom didn't have exactly what he wanted - despite them having more fabulous cakes than you could shake a stick at. In my day he would have got a good old clip around the ear hole.
How old am I exactly? 83 it seems.