It’s been rather windy round here for the last few days. I’d like to thank Antonia for suggesting the chinchilla in the starring role, but I do seem to have made it rather ratty. Still, rats can be cute too. Previously it’s been bikes and rhinos.
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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.
Knee: So, Itchy, you're the expert? Well you can certainly talk the talk!
Knee: But let's see you Wok the Wok...
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.
"I don't feel like going out again this evening. How about we stay in and have a nice, cosy murmuration here - just the two of us?"
Polytunnels. One more thing to be scared of at the full moon. Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the turnips.
We went to the exhibition of Gothic art at the British Library last weekend: “Terror and Wonder – the Gothic Imagination.” Highly recommended.
UPDATE: Potential solution to the poly tunnel menace:
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.
Who’d have thought Godzilla was left-handed, eh?
today I saw a little mouse on the garden wall. I watched it to-ing and fro-ing for an hour when I should have been doing the vacuuming.
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.
Caption: Most guests seemed to work out fairly quickly that refusal of seconds at Edwina's Birthday Parties was not quite the thing.
If you must know, they are Dr. Martens.
2. They are PINK.
3. They are VERY PINK.
4. Other accessories previously described as pink ...
5. ... seem less pink now.
6. Pink shoes, however, must be expected to rub.
Itchy gets a starring role today (Knee was nowhere to be found when I wanted to sketch him.) My mother-in-law gave me this word to keep. Thanks Barbara 🙂
Oh, and here’s the small beaded rhinoceros we bought on a street corner, directly from the artist, in Johannesburg. It seems to be settling in well to the late summer in England:
Itchy, making a late-night snack, thinks: "per sev er ate, pers ev erate"
Itchy, in the shower, thinks: "perse verate"
Itchy, clutching his head, thinks: "perseverate, perse verate! per SEV er ATE!"
Itchy, lying face down, kicking the ground in frustration, thinks: "perse eve rate, perseverate"
says: "why cant I get that word out of my head?!"