It’s only a few days after Christmas but the Bleech sisters are wishing it was all over so that life can return to a normal state of dull.

Hail artists, bloggers, Druids, Pantheists, and readers,
Wishing you a creatively potent year ahead.
Yule tidings,
chichi

Philomena, the evil performing poodle-woman, wasn’t dexterous enough to hit the undo button. The show would be remembered for all the wrong reasons.

Merry Christmas to all lllustration Friday artists. Peace, love and carbohydrates. Ok, maybe go easy on the carbs, oh man, it’s hard trying to be good. ta ta chichi

Ah, poor old Bleech sisters. Their heating has packed up for the second time this year and the landlord is sunning his pecs in Barbados. It will take weeks for Beanpole’s knickers to de-ice.
It’s snow cold here in London. Sleeping with a hot water bottle, in my case three of them, is de rigueur.

Here’s a blow up from my old faithful blog: