My wife was an adult
colourer-in long before it became the thing to do, so all the growth in popularity
has done for her is increase the choice and availability of material, but so I
don’t feel left out she included as the bulk of my anniversary present (as a
combination of paper, wood and cotton) an adult colouring book, coloured pencils
and a lap-tray to work on; the activity, began today, is surprisingly therapeutic,
but I still, fifty-five years since last trying, can’t keep between the lines.
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