For you: a Friday night footrub
Or, at least, a tiny drawing of one.
Weather’s blowing a gale out there today. I got soaked biking home today. And yesterday. And every time I go out to see to my poor soggy chickens.
It’s been relentless. I’m officially sick of it, and it’s not even Winter.
Good weekend!
Posted: October 25th, 2019 under inktober.
Comments: 3
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Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: October 26, 2019, 1:35 am
Oh well done – I like, particularly, the right thumb.
Don’t know why, just do.
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: October 26, 2019, 8:17 pm
Oh, the joys of an English Fall Gale:
Blow Westron wind, when will thou blow?
The small rain down can rain.
Christ, if Weasel’s foot were in her hands,
And she trying to count higher than ten.
Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: October 26, 2019, 9:03 pm
Lovely! Well, except for the weather …
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