So as usual whenever I make rash declarations about completing projects the mischeivous gods of motherhood start to rub their hands together gleefully.

This time they took it upon themselves to ensure that I never consider making any plans ever again (or at least for the next 14 years) and struck the twins down with flu.

The poor little mites have spent the last seven days alternating between fever and coughing fits. I have been a nervous wreck as Chunk (my endearing nickname for the larger, dominant twin) has asthma which is triggered by viruses.

So suffice to say I haven't been able to draw at all since my last blog. Thankfully they are now over the worst of it and Squiggle (the little, bonkers twin) even went to pre school today. Her sister however grasped the opportunity to squeeze a few hours alone time with Mummy and declared herself far too ill to go.

I did get a few hours this evening at last and cracked on with fortunas shirt and hair so the end is in sight.