My Soul Hath Elbow Room!

Since humble_yoghurt was DMing, the writing fell to me. Camapign's over, Caius is dead (damn), spirits are gone (yaaay!). Quote time.

( He's not the Messiah, he's a librarian with the flu. )

We went to look at houses today. The first one was so perfect that we've made an offer already, but apparently we have competition... ugh. Nerve-wracking.

I mean seriously. When we put 'craft room' on the 'want' list, we were expecting an empty room. Not a ready-made workbench in the garage. 'Garden' meant '30 square feet that I can put a swing on' not '200 feet with a climbing frame and greenhouse'. To say nothing of the space.

I'm determined to get into the habit of blogging semi-regularly, so here we are: an update. Only after four months. That's got to be a record of sorts.( Follows comments on children's TV in the UK. namely, jokes on Dennis the Menace, comments on The Sarah Jane Adventures, and a blatant plug for The Snorks )