Easter...sort of.

They are screaming in the streets of Sevilla. I feel quite sorry for them. They have spent all year making immense statues and decorations for this time of year and there is a deluge of biblical proportions going on all over Spain.
And I have an odd pain in my chest which comes and goes and my doctor assures me is probably connected to my ability to produce panic attacks for no reason whatsoever. Still, it's a bit weird.
Yes, spelling mistake in second panel....one day I'll actually make a comic with no mistakes in one attempt!

Easter bunny

Grey, cold, windy and lots of strange newcomers in town. The invisible wife has sunk to new depths. She left Fido locked in her house for over twelve hours yesterday during which he cried almost non-stop and managed to wedge himself between the windowsill, open window but behind the wrought ironwork. He's a big Alsatian. He sat there all day waiting for Madam Ho to return and as the day drew on he wobbled more and more as he tried to stay sitting upright. The doggy people in Spain cannot help an animal if it is in somebody's property.
Everytime I went out, his one yellow eye and one blue eye fixated on me, and he howled. I have put a curse on the invisible wife.

Easter Break at Night.

Well, it's either this or "The Robe Repeat 3.900" or "The Sound of Music so Many Times you think you have gone Mad" or "Tidmarsh with Fanny and Blini...the repeats of the repeats you maybe missed before" . I'm just waiting for Johnathan Creek and Doctor Who.