My Willpower Sucks

I broke my resolution for Lent during a family party yesterday - damn my lack of concentration and Cludeo. So what did I give up? Green pens. You'd think any fool (myself included) would be able to keep to that. There I was, smug me with a box full of coloured pens. I gave one adult nephew a yellow pen and the other teenage nephew a pink one, because aunts must do these annoying things - job requirement, and then I chose a delicious (note, I didn't eat or lick the pen) green pen for myself. Doh!

During said party for small people, I discovered (okay, I already knew) that my drawing skills are those of a 5 year old. My niece decided we'd draw identical picturess and she would copy mine, and she did and you'd be hard pushed to tell which was drawn by the five year old, though I may have just edged her. When she turns six though, I'm stuffed. Oh, how I remember 1982 so well. For some inexplicable reason, in the first part of that wonderful year a switch flicked on in my brain and I could draw, well copy other peoples pictures (not tracing :D) quite well. I remember seeing everything as a series of lines and I just needed to put them all in the right place and yay, a not too shabby picture. And then someone flicked the switch back off...