My sleeping children are still flying dreams in their goose down heads.

 The lush of the river singing morning songs, fish watch their ceiling turn Sun white.

 The grey green Pike lances upstream kale, Like Mermaid's hair points the water's drift.

 All is morning hush and Bird Beautiful.

I only, I didn't have Flu.

Me with Spike Milligan! :D

 Competition Piece For; The Art of Resistance: Defending Academic Freedom.

Competition Piece; Study - Sketchwork.

Final Cover for Wind in the Willows. Penguin Books.

 Go away girl, Go away and let me pack my dreams.

 Now where did I put those yesteryears made up of broken seams.

 Where shall I sweep the pieces, my god they still look new.

There's a taxi waiting at the door, but there's only room for you.

 ...So its Ning Nang Nong the cows go bong, Nong Nang Ning trees go ping, Nong Nang Ning the mice go clang what a noisy place to belong is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong...

 On the Ning Nang Nong 

 Where the Cows go Bong!

 And the Monkeys all say Boo.

 There's a Nong Nang Ning where the trees go Ping and the Teapots Jibber Jabber joo.

 On the Nong Ning Nang all the mice go Clang

And you Just can't catch them when they do..