My new pink desk.

I'm all unpacked now and settled in. This is my new desk my dad and Grandad made for me so i carry on with making work. This is a place to escape to if it need it.I know it is very pink but i painted my room myself when i was 16 but i still love it! its still my favourite colour.

Too many books not enough room. My Mandy annual i use for my sketch books but they are so hard to find need some more.

I found Bert a place to sit.This is some photos that are on my wall. Me when i was 8 years old and my boyfriend when he was little as well.

My Grandad ( same as below post) from when he was in the RAF.

My Dad at 15 years old i look like him a lot its scary.
Barney rather eat paper then his food.

Steve was too shy to say hello.

Going home...

Taking my work down, wrap within plastic and trapped up. ready for the drive home.The sand bag burst, emergency spill clear up. really funny tho knew i shouldn't of tried carring that heavy bag thinking it wouldn't split.

Empty cupboards

Empty spaces, a bare canvas, cold and lonely.
All my belonging gatherd waiting to be casted away within metal carcasses.

Top floor flat, views across Nottingham, memories.
My journey home begins, out of the busy city to the countryside. clean air.

My dad driving with a heavy load

Brother just behind us, crawling.

Bye bye university life, Hello real world.

Jammed, stuck on Darfort tunnel crossing
Still crawling alone, waiting toll booths


Nearly home.
My brother knows where he going and start racing dad, not too fast tho.

Packed in as a sardine.