Bus sketch'es 1.2.3.4.5.

[eighty+]

A touch more OK CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE

[D Akey]

So you've invited the fairy queen for tea and scones is it lad? She's coming into focus alright and a right looker she is too.

Also really like the horse what's running. Looks like he's the new recruit for Arsenal. German lad I believe.

And your landscape with all the cows, why you'll never run short of milk for your cornflakes at this rate.

Go man go!!!!!! Doon great!

[eighty+]

Blimey. I've just woke up. And thought its the morning i am as I see my last post is7 hours ago so must have got into bed then now I don't know wether to have breakfast or a evening meal ok time is gone I know
Not. Where Ciao. SLAINTE .

[eighty+]

Hi its ok know I know where I'am Day Night Friday ?? CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE

[eighty+]

HI Calling it FINN this time as having trouble getting on with colour ok I've left the White on the top of her hat as I quiet Like it OK

CIAO IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE

[D Akey]

HI Calling it FINN this time . . .

You callin' this lassie "FINE" only misspelled or "FINN" cause of that big ol' white dorsal on her back?

Either way, she's a right looker and I like the white in her cap too.

Thar she blows, shipmate!

[eighty+]

Hi Cap Mac thanks so you like her hat with white tops as well yeah your a Man with good taste aclaimed by all

Had trouble trying to paint as couldn't get on to the painting, even when back still not any good so had to leave it as is ok may look now

to see if I can tarte it up Ok CIAO HASTA LA VISTA SLAINTE

[eighty+]

OK Cap Mac yes I've tried the touch up, does it look any better now ??? CIAO HASTA LA VISTA SLAINTE

[D Akey]

There you go, MacPloosl!

Ye done a right fine portrait of Mrs Claus.

Careful though lad. . . She makes a mean, highly spirited eggnog. . . that'll turn yer fine self into a ripe jolly old elf, and so she will.

I hear she's got a thing for long white beards. A seasonal caution.

Bravo lad! Tis yer season to be jolly, Roger that. Har!

Ho Man Ho Ho Ho!!!!!!!!!!

[eighty+]

The choice. Is not ours to say. Ok. . Ivaya con dies