For some reason, Gran's departure to Austria has hatched the canard that my strip must be singing its swan song. That is the word that circulates back to me, and I am always the last one to hear. One commenter insisted that he can't see how I can continue (revealing a fascinating insight as to what he can't see – but otherwise conveying nothing to do with the strip or my plans).
As a matter of record, allow me to quell the whispers and state that "9 Chickweed Lane" marches on, with nary a thought contrariwise.
How do these rumors get going anyway? Perhaps they are milled at Thorax's "Bureau of They."