I did all the artwork digitally. The computer is an illustrator's true friend, I ain't lyin'... I don't ever want to go back to conventional paint and paper.
The Real Rags
Rags (c. 1916 - March 22, 1936), born in Paris, France, was a mixed breed terrier who became the U.S. 1st Infantry Division's dog-mascot in World War I.
He was adopted into the 1st Division on July 14, 1918 in the Montmartre section of Paris, France. Rags remained its mascot until his death in Washington, D.C. on March 22, 1936. He learned to run messages between the rear headquarters and the front lines, and provided early warning of incoming shells. Read more about the real Rags
I have a list in my head, a list of things that have to happen or come to an end, or start, and until all these things have occured I cannot reach a state of grace. The problem is I never seem to reach this imaginary plateau of peace, because each time an item on the list in my head has been ticked another two are added on. I'm sure I'm not alone in this... I think it's called life.
A little while ago I wrote on this blog that our car had been written off, due to a young lad unable to control his missile/vehicle. It was parked outside our house in a layby so we were not injured, thank goodness, and the 'bringer of crunch' was unhurt thanks to the wonder of airbags. But our lives were thrown all about in the 'car crash' that is- getting the insurance sorted out. I have to say our insurance company are a bunch of incompetent crazies. I shan't go into the details of the farce that ensued... I'll just say, I've learnt a lesson - if it is at all possible in the future I shall steer clear of large companies. It seems to me a large company is basically a random collection of computers that don't seem to connect to each other, being operated by uninterested phone operatives. All I will say is that we had to collect our cheque, when it finally arrived, from the holiday home, nextdoor.
Three weeks after this exciting episode, another young lad careered into our telegraph pole and lampost, taking out our internet and phone. Yippee! More excitement! It was on the Saturday before a bank holiday, of course so we had to wait a week before BT fixed up a temporary line. The new posts will go up in a couple of weeks. We live in a valley... so there's no mobile reception. Iain took to writing letters. How Austenesque it seemed... he, sat at his escritorio, wielding his quill (Oo, missus!). Sadly we didn't have any pigeons, ravens or owls, so he was reduced to using the Royal Mail.
Hey ho, another day, more things added to the list, a few more ticked off. Life goes on, and we muddle on through. :)
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