Her Lonely Artist

Her Lonely Artist craved for a computer that they sometimes cuddle. It should be a fairly peculiar idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, breathtaking. Remarkably, a computer being the thing selected.

Her Lonely Artist searched for a mug that they would share. It would have been an astonishing proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who considered it was stunning. Bizarrely, a mug would be the item that was chosen.

Her Lonely Artist found a stapler to play with. This might appear to be a bizarre idea, to my children, but not to the Artist, who thought it was wonderful. Strangely, a stapler of all things.

Her Lonely Artist desperately craved for a bag of flour to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is a fairly odd thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who felt it would be awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour would be the chosen thing.

Her Lonely Artist desperately searched for a sack of potatoes to share. This could be considered an unusual exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who had decided it would be out of this world. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes of all things.

Her Lonely Artist owned a set square that they would often cuddle. This could be considered a fairly funny operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, breathtaking. Strangely, a set square was the thing that was selected.