Four Eyes

Imagine if you really did have four eyes? The most inane things go through my head quite out of the blue. While I am sitting peacefully trying not to cough my insides out this tongue twister arrived in my thoughts.
"Do you have an Ikea
Idea, Dear?"
I could understand if I had, had some sort of organ transplant with a donor in advertising or something but that's not the case. But I bet you can't say it very fast over and over for more than eight seconds....

Time for a cup of tea. What is white tea anyway?

Les Fronch are here.

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Changeover day in seaside land. The people in Henry's house next door have left. The neighbours on the other side in a panic because local builder has flattened the land next to them and bulldozed into their garage. Such are the building laws from thirty years ago they discover that their garage doesn't officially have a back wall.

The middle of August French are arriving. These ones have massive, huge, two story camper vans forty feet long. And, as only the French can, they emerge into the sweltering heat in impossibly white jeans and already bronzed, glowing complexions. The rest of us remain varying shades of purple.

Too many people here now so I am in hermit mood until mid September.

Drawing done in Manga Studio.