Fly By

Countdown to putting up the tree. Henry and his invisible wife show no signs of leaving. Some really shabby decorations have appeared in the streets. It's getting colder and colder. Above done in pen and ink.

Waxing Lyrical

An ancient cartoon but I'm only posting so you can see this beautiful animation.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQ-BtCwFEzo&feature=related

Oh joy, they are building a swimming pool in the garden of the little house next to the monstrsity of a villa behind where I live. This is wonderful. I can feel the floor buzzing under my feet.
Sometimes I feel like I live in a building site. I preferred the center of Spain. Untouched landscapes, forests, wheatfields, open space, wild boar, Roman remains, medieval buttons in the fields, playing hide and seek in castles.

Turkey Dance

Freeeeezing. The sky is spitting ice.

I challenge you to remain seated during this...are those fingers snapping? Feet tapping?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6uXGSTfz_4

Help Ma Boab

I thoroughly recommend you leap over to Amazon.co.uk and buy a copy of "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society." by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. It's only £3.85 and free postage in Britain. It's written in the form of letters (as in paper, ink and envelopes). I just started it a couple of days ago and like it so much, that today, I have sent it to three elderly ladies that I know.

I grew up with the Broons. I still love them and Oor Wullie.

Are you dropping by?

No wacom tablet so back to pen and ink. It is grey, raining, damp, cold, deserted and frankly, somewhat boring here today. Feel free to drop by. I think a car drove by earlier. I put on my long, 1960's coat this morning and Arthur and I walked through the spitting rain. Not a person in sight. So, these creatures slithered out the end of the pen to put on this show for an hour.