I’ve given myself a few weeks off, with the Big Clearout taking over pretty much every spare moment I have. It’s a shame because I would’ve like to have drawn many of the items we’ve been passing on as a record of past times. But the speed and quantity of things going meant that I just didn’t find the time to do it. Also tiredness.
38/365. Sometimes it's good draw stuff just to calm yourself down. A complicated week continued today when, amongst other things, a computer power unit died loudly in my actual face. This is Fudge. Look he's dug up somebody else's flowers, he wants to be your friend. I wrote some comics about him. They're on the internet. They end badly. Fountain pen. Notebook: Zebulon.
43/365. Not from life, from brain. Eye flowers crop up from time to time. This one asks for rain, the heavens bestow. There was a baby hedgehog out and about in our garden today. Apparently they venture out in daylight when they are thirsty. Family members left out (specially purchased) cat food and some water to drink. Like carrots and brandy for a very small spikey Father Christmas. Fingers crossed all is well. 'Night. V-ball. Notebook: Ethel.