A particularly serene member of the 1930's upper classes. Probably thinking about shooting a small animal later; perhaps about having some pants made out of tweed or some other sort of itchy but appropriately uncomfortable material. Maybe shooting a small animal whilst being fitted for said pants.
I spend an awful lot of time at work drawing, mainly when I should be paying attention to something else. I usually throw everything away with my notepads, so I thought that sharing it with a largely inexistent (and in weeks to come, I'm sure, unimpressed) audience would be a good way to save some of the stuff.
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