Why do you keep looking over at me? What am I doing that is so odd to you?
You keep staring. I’ll have you know that Einstein approves of this wholeheartedly.
You’re just jealous. You’re wishing you’d remembered to bring your own, aren’t you?
It’s not weird, you know. Stop looking at me like I’m crazy.
What was I doing? Well, for a start, I was sitting innocently enough in a café with a large cup of coffee and a haloumi and salad foccacia for my lunch. Nothing odd about that, right? (Well, okay, haloumi is not to everyone’s taste but it’s not that weird.)
While I ate my lunch, I was using a present a friend had just given me for my recent birthday. That may have been it, I’m not sure. Is this odd to you?
It’s okay to sit in a café and do colouring in with textas. At least, I’m pretty sure it is. I mean, they’re Connector Pens.
Actually, first I drew flowers.
The two on the right were already there. The ones that look like scientific experiments are mine.
I didn’t think what I was doing was all that strange. Mind you, one of the waitresses came over to ask what I was doing. Then she went and got the other waitress to come and have a look.
Was it really that odd?
Are you not allowed to do colouring in whilst out in public when you’re a grown-up?
Ah, well, see that’s where the get-out clause is then. I’m not a grown-up. Old, yes. Up, not so much.
I can’t wait to get stuck into some of the other pages.
See you around. Next time, bring your own textas.