Winnie, the witch mechanic, receives a tool from her trainee:
"No you idiot! This is a phillips driver -- I need a HEX key!"
A regular occurrence in our garden.
Shock horror — invisibules.org in flagrant romantic romp pun outrage. Pelisse are investigating.
May I take this opportunity to wish to all my readers, non-readers, search-engine-robots and those-who-are-too-young-to-ask-questions (those especially), a very happy and healthy arbitrary-annual-date-roll-over-moment; and best wishes for the period-until-the-next-one. In particular, those who celebrate a quarter to four o’clock in the afternoon* of thirds of Januaries – joy to you… about… NOW!
I’m sure that Itchy and Knee would wish for the same, if they would only stop squabbling for a little bit.
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Again, I am deeply indebted to my adorable wife, Karen, for the idea of this comic. And I’m sure you will join me wishing her a very happy birthday today.
Happy “whatever” to you, dear readers.
Today’s comic was inspired by our visit to our local RSPB bird reserve at Otmoor, yesterday, where we saw and heard an astonishing murmuration of starlings (estimated at around 50,000) swirling around above us and finally coming down to roost in the reeds. My point-and-click photo doesn’t begin to do it justice, and of course there’s the sound of the wings and the calls too! If you get a chance, enjoy this sight while you possibly can — starlings are on the critical list and in serious decline.
UPDATE: Karen put up a video of this on her blog.
A comic inspired by the neighbours’ cats we see in our garden.
I find myself wondering about alliterative story titles. If it had been not a princess but a countess then I suspect she would have been traumatised by a cauliflower rather than a pea.
See Aarne-Thompson classification number 704. Also see this.
It was amazing, and somehow sad all at once.
I though about having the caption: “Hello Neighbour — nice comet you have here. Do you need a jump start?” Please suggest any other captions in the comments.
I’m posting this before I go to the party, because there’s a good chance I will either be made to walk the plank or else expire from overdose of delicious food.