After one and a half days back at work, it's time for a Bank holiday. Yesterday I visited my Aunt with my son. I always associate seeing her with me being pre teen. It was sad in a way that my Aunt was no longer able to lift my boy up etc due to age and health. But I'm glad they met at all. 
I felt compelled to come home and paint but the three I did were so bad that they went in the bin.