The comics, doodles 'n' drawings of Deirdre de Barra
That little shite lives down the end of my garden. And I haven't even got a garden. How'd he manage that? Doesn't look like he has any answers.
Oddly enough I imagined him under a garden bench surrounded by old plant pots and a beetle or two, but when it came to it, that was too much doodling to do. And no, he doesn't have any answers but if you dose off on the bench he'll creep up and stroke your eyebrows... very restful.
so thats who redid your hall this week!! pay the little man and let him go home will ya!! :) lovely fur and eyes.
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