I’ve Been Drawing A Comic Every Day For 7 Years For My Girlfriend (30 New Comics)

One morning when Kellie was getting ready this happened. Next thing you know Poppy is making rocket noises and excitedly pretending to fly around the bedroom...

It’s not happening.

I’ve had a sore shoulder this week, so last night I asked Kellie if she’d give it a massage. This is what happened next, word for word...

Kellie is visiting her Mum this week so we’ve been keeping in touch on FaceTime. We always seem to end up spending most of the call pulling variations of The Old Dog Face at each other.

I was drawing at the table when Poppy climbed up on a chair, peered over and said ‘what’s going on, Dad?’ - it was the first time she’d ever said it and it was so funny and adorable that I just had to stop and give her a huge cuddle.

Summer or winter, Kellie gets ludicrously hot when she’s sleeping. It’s like sharing a bed with a human-sized hot water bottle.

At the supermarket, while Kellie is shopping like an adult, Pops and me will get our own trolley and race around the supermarket pretending we’re flying a rocket that needs regular top-ups with petrol (complete with exaggerated ‘glug, glug, glug’ sounds as I pretend-pour it into the side of the trolley). Pops can’t get enough of it.

We were walking home, and as the sun was setting Poppy noticed with such fascination how our shadows appeared longer in the low light.

Every time Kellie or I have the slightest little pain we instantly freak out and assume it’s something serious.

Kellie does this annoying thing at bedtime where she’ll suddenly flail her legs in the air to wrap the covers around her - exposing my feet to the cold air. She looks like a fallen horse while she’s doing it.