Watercolour and HB Pencil on Arches Cold-pressed Watercolour Block.
Every year we play the same game.
Every October I travel away till the following February.
Around August or September I make sure I visit all the grand nieces and nephews.
Conversation does not take long for them to remind me I would not be here for Christmas.
“Oh yes!” I say absent mindedly, “I don’t suppose you have any idea what you might want when I’m back?” I ask nonchalantly!
To which I normally get excited, breathless long sentences with the latest must-have toy, how it works, how wonderful it is and why they desperately have to have it.
To which I muse “I shall try remember the… What was it again?…oh yes…that one!”
But not Sienna!
Sienna marches towards me hurriedly, looks up and hands me the double-sided, A4 sheet she had printed with her needs.
She even manages to admonish me for not turning up on Sunday, as she expected me to.
I look at the paper, frown, look at her immovable eyes, look back, lift my eye-brows in fake surprise and humph!
She is still staring unblinking at my face but now she contorts her body impatiently.
With flailing arms, spreading and twisting her fingers, she squeaks in exasperation:
“I gave you everything!” “How difficult can it be?!!”
Then with a warning tone: “Just make sure you tell them it has to be Pink!”
Sigh…It is going to be an expensive Christmas!
I put the orders in today.