The Tube.

As another London visit beckons I start thinking about Tube stories. This is meant to be my brother.

Trikes and Ladders. 

My father has a great tale about being up a ladder cleaning the gutters.  My then four yo sister was on her tricycle. She caught her back wheel in the ladder. She got off oblivious to Dad and started yanking the tricycle and causing some panic 20 feet above her.  

Fairy Dad Father 

I am generating work on #procreate, I am still missing the drag that you get on paper.  I’m focusing on adult characters.