Had a very productive day doing drawings and things related to Mitchell's Fold. Eyes were getting blurryfrom the computer. Shoulders hurt. The roof was leaking again. I get a year older in the space of a week, next week.
So, to save myself from being totally suicidal, I produced this piece wot you can see to the left. I had to make the plum very large and quite roundish, otherwise, perched on the end of his thumb, it looked decidedly phallic. What worries me about today's kids is that they'd probably notice.
Anyway, you might have noticed that the little rhyme hasn't quite finished. You'll have to wait until the next instalment before you find out what happened. And it's not what usually happens.
Leaving you pondering this mystery ...
