I haven’t posted anything in ages it seems. It’s not that I haven’t had much to say, I always have much to say about one thing or another, but I’ve been distracted by the seemingly full time job of moving house.

That task is now coming toward a conclusion and I have finally begun to unpack some of the things I have spent the past twenty years packing for this very move.

Like most wannabe creatives I have dozens, if not hundreds of note books stuffed with award winning ideas, scribbles, doodles, and sentence fragments written, barely legible, in faded biro on scraps of paper; betting slips, truth be told.

But taking a break from unpacking I decided to flick through the leaves of an old sketch pad, and that gave me an idea for something to do while I waited for my back to un-seize so that I can peel myself from the floor. I could post some doodles.

I don’t remember drawing this hutch, but the caption in the sketch pad tells me it was to do with an abandoned plot device. I’d like to elaborate but there’s still mileage in that device and I will come to revisit it.

Bizarrely, maybe somewhat bizarrely, we now have a hutch much like this in the backyard. Inhabited not by bunnies, we use it for barbecue equipment and accoutrements.

Many years ago, our youngest child, who had just turned one at the time, had an imaginary friend called Foster. Foster usually stood in the corner where only he could see him, and we’d often hear half of a conversation late at night over the baby monitor.

This is how I imagined Foster to look, had he appeared in our bedroom doorway.

This guy has a third eye, and that’s pretty much all I know about him, except that he has a similar taste in sweaters, and better teeth than me. There is a story behind this chap, but I’ve no idea what it is. I’m sure it will come back to me eventually.