They’ve all gone! SGV 017

Where’s everyone gone?

Someone’s never been happier: SGV 016

J gave me the boot. Sydney’s AWOL. Chummy’s scarpered. And a new cartoonist (from Canada) starts in a fortnight, right after quarantine. All that J will say is ‘don’t alter your settings’.

The end of an error? SGV 015

The boot, she gave me the boot. Chummy never fronted. I said you can’t do this, she said watch me.

Chummy and I front up: SGV 014

Vacancy? Cartoonist? What a hoot! And she missed out the ‘n’. I’ll give her a ribbing about that once Chummy has fessed up to the whopper. That sign will be gone before lunch. Now, you go in first Chummy.

It’s the putting right that counts: SGV 013

Chummy is very sorry for telling J a shopper. She is determined to put things right. We’re going to tell J together. Chummys a brave wee thing at heart.

Hens don’t crow! SGV 012

Chummy did say ‘that’s a dopey hair do’! Hens don’t crow! Chummy told a whopper and I’m the one being punished.

Maybe a hair cut will help: SGV 011

J’s as grumpy as all get out. Chummy just bangs on. It’s a series of disasters connected by misfortunes. Maybe a haircut will clear my head.

Under the bus: SGV 010

Chummy’s off the hook. Nothing but a clucker from way back. Me though? I am firmly wedged under the bus. Publish and perish, didn’t think of that!!

The bus is on its way: SGV 009

Chummy says she said ‘cock-a-doodle-doo’ not ‘what a dopey hair do’. And she reckons I said ‘publish or perish’. Talk about chucking me under the bus!

Summoned to a meeting: SGV 008

Chummy asked me to come with her. No idea what it is about.

Going rogue: SGV 007

Publish or perish. Chummy and I agreed that J is an editor, not a censor

Red-carded: SV 006

Still not published: SGV 005

Nothing’s appeared yet . . .

Red-penned: SGV 004

Chummy is imaginary: SGV 003

What a nightmare. Chummy the chook doesn’t want to be chicken tonight. I said it wouldn’t happen because she is imaginary, as in not real. Chummy is very confused.

Exploding phone? SGV 002

Forget 60, it’s gone to 81. I read that if it gets to 100 the phone explodes. Where’s Syd? He’d know what to do. J’s no use, just keeps muttering we are having chicken tonight.

Syd’s gone viral: SGV 001

Sixty, can you believe 60. Syd’s gon viral and he’s hopped off somewhere. What a calamity.

Gone but not forgotten: SS015

Syd’s gone. J and I are very worried. We can only hope for the best. It is so difficult to imagine life without him.

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