Potato hop

The young gentleman was home early again today so volunteered to cook up a curry. He is about to hoik the grab of chopped taters into the pot. Fleecy trousers, woolen jumper and the wooly hat as worn for flavor, then bare feet, so you can see how confused our climate is. Still suffering a little from the cold, all kinds of mental meanderings last night, but fairly logical at the time rather than the usual fever thoughts I get, which involve putting things together that don't fit or getting to places that don't exist on public transport that isn't running.
Gouache etc on Watson paper 163 33x25cm