While the pasta was boiling...

...I looked out at the city I had just walked through and thought about how I will miss it. There is something gloriously shiny about Chicago:

And on Sunday, whilst my friends drank coffee and after I had been wowed by William Morris and his beautiful rantings about the audacity of the rich, I drew this to sum up just how I felt.

Please note my new self-cut fringe (bangs).

Yesterday, I also drew another picture of my friend Mr Falcon. He wanted to be drawn with dreadlocks and wings. I don't have a photo, but believe me, it was fairly amazing...