Deirdre

I'm afraid I've resorted to filling a gap by posting some old ones again. We've had a couple of blokes rampaging through the house replacing all the windows and, for some reason, I can't seem to concentrate when the air is full of the screams of circular saws and every door in the house is letting in air that has just blown off the Antarctic ice sheet.

So - a couple of old ones. These are really early ones; at this point the little guy seemed to have an on-again/off-again girlfriend who was also a rather traditional Grim Reaper style personification of death (there's probably something terrifying that a psychologist might say regarding what this signified about my subconscious attitude to women but Deirdre was always meant to be a sympathetic figure). She kind of fell by the wayside like a lot of other little threads that have run through this series. But I might be about to bring her back.