It's Saint George's Day here in the UK, the day that's given a quiet nod of English pride and then ignored, because we're not nearly as rowdy as those silly Irish with their Saint Patrick. It feels strange - almost sacriledge - that the weather has been unseasonably bright and sunny most of the day. We're usually all about the clouds and rain in England (touchwood, TOUCHWOOD).
I've finally managed to finish my coursework, at the price of setting off my RSI again and having to put my right hand in a support. Wooorth.
I don't have much else to report, so have a silly and years outdated comic I drew for Saint George's Day before. Because I do enjoy having such a ludicrously violent patron saint.