I am so overwhelmed by this stunning birthday cake from my good friend Love & Cake, featuring Sizo (from Sizo and Dad and the no good house) in my boat Loris. We already ate the ocean, which sounds like something The Tiger Who Came to Tea might do. It tasted infinitely much better than oceans usually do.
I think I have got the bolognese out of my dress, but not the Bologna out of my head. Before unpacking or doing anything useful, I thought I would turn some doodles from queues to see publishers into a screenprint.
So, sometimes you queue for hours with two pigs and a sausage dog and then the Editor or Art Director says “ISNOTFORUS”, and sometimes you don’t queue at all and they say much more positive things. And this year we had a stand for the MA and the publishers really did come and see us and read our books.
And there were giant Sizos on the wall, and Elena‘s Toucan, and all manner of things.
The fair was even more manic and mind-boggling than last year, but whilst running around the four aircraft hangers between queues, appointments, exhibitions and our stand, I did manage to purchase some beautiful things: I particularly recommend Amiga Gallina which features some very fine willow-pattern cows.
Velour is hard to sew yessir, and exactly-right-width stripes are hard to find. Incidentally, the charity shop on the square in Bromyard is an excellent place to buy babygros for 25p, though I have already taken the stripiest.
Sizo and Dad were flying a kite on a hill above their house when they saw a hot air balloon. ‘What’s that rocking around in the basket Sizo?’ asked Dad, Sizo thought it was an ‘ELEPHANT!’
Above is the text from the spread before this one (this one is wordless). There is some more from Sizo and Dad and the no good house in the Llamas section. Clearly, Sizo and Dad are not llamas but yellow mammals of indeterminate species – I am making one at the moment and they seem to be made of velour.