I’m not too sure about the colouring on this one. The stone on the fireplace (a tribute to those fireplaces you would find in US sitcom houses in the 60s – onday I will have a house with that fireplace) is coloured too strongly, so there’s no real contrast between the fireplace and the wall behind it. I’m not sure the first three panels read clearly enough.
Feathers!
Bella has a thing about feathers. I think it’s instinctual, whenever she has a toy with feathers she is compelled to pluck all of the feathers out of it. A feather duster toy will last about two days at the most if it’s left with her, and first thing in the morning, we frequently find the front room looking like a hen run after a fox has got into it.
However, we’ve worked out how to deal with this, by collecting the feathers and making her a new toy out of them, using that self adhesive hospital velcro tape. We can now reassemble the toy after a hard nights plucking, and we’re both happy.
Splatch!
That Easter Bunny Magic
Apologies for this being a bit late.
Unexpected item
For some reason I’ve always wanted to put one of the animals in the strip on a supermarket self-service till, it’s just one of those images that appealed to me, and I’ve finally done it with Scrumpy.
Irritatingly I coloured it in once using Sainsbury’s orange and cream livery, just because that’s the supermarket nearest to my workplace and therefore the one I’m most used to. Then I coloured in the Tesco carrier bags and realised I had to recolour everything else to match. (Tesco, being more concise, is a funnier name than Sainsbury’s, and is more ubiquitous – however, if Piggly Wiggly ever opened a store in Britain I’d chose them!)
The most irritating self-service tills are in Morrisons. Their tills are so sensitive they won’t let you open their carrier bags before bleeping your groceries through the bar code reader, so you have to bleep everything through, pay and then pack. It’s a fault apparent in every branch I’ve ever been to.
Blee!
OK, do you believe Scrumpy’s telling the truth here?
Thanks to the late lamented Smash Hits magazine for the word ‘Blee!’
A bunny’s work is never done
Sigh
Don’t worry, this will develop into something. I’m just venting my frustration at the kind of people who post non-specific whiny Facebook posts and then refuse to tell you what they’re whining about. You know, the kind of post that gets the response ‘u OK, hun?”
Daytime TV
If you’ve never seen the Jeremy Kyle show on TV consider yourself to be very lucky. It’s hard to tell who are the most damaged individuals on his show – the members of the underclass he parades on the studio floor or the spittle flecked presenter who feeds off their misery. Of course, he’s started appearing in the States. Who knows, maybe he’ll be rejected by them quickly as Piers Morgan was.
Drone
