I've been raising dust today, not to mention eyebrows, because the broom cupboard, I call study, was in desperate need of a tidy up. The shredder's been working overtime and the recycling bin is bulging at the sides. I can see my face in my monitor (not all good news, then) and there's space on my desk!
Of course, stuff that I've tidied away, is now lost until the next purge. Conversely, stuff I gave up for lost, has now reappeared. That's not all, I have also discovered items I never knew I had. From within the confines of a crumpled envelope, a handful of old postcards made themselves known to me.
This one, illustrated by Mabel Lucie Attwell, caught my eye straight away. And I was just dwelling on the peaceful innocence, encapsulated in this picture, when my thoughts turned to the next scene in a possible sequence. One where the child has woken up, hungry. How might Lucy have portrayed the scene?
More than 30 years ago, we had just the girl for the job. Alas, she arrived 15 years after dear Lucy departed.