So here’s Day Two’s sketch. It was so average I felt the need to turn it into a negative and make out that it’s symbolics or something. You know, night, and all. But the fact is I rushed it while waiting for the fireworks (those would be the scribble in the right-hand corner). Mind you, I was absolutely destroyed by my nine-year-old daughter who given the same time frame - about five minutes - came up with this masterpiece:
And the fireworks weren’t bad either.