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Life is progressing well – its now been in excess of 72 hours since I took my last tablet, so I should be completely free to drink; though the weird thing is that, last night, I was going to, but I chickened out. After opening the bottle of wine, I though “Nahh” and put is down. I hope that this is not a permanent development! “Warning side effects may include a lac of desire to drink” was not included on the packet!
Rosie & Nick came over for a meal last night, as their kitchen is in a state of some disrepair (walls being knocked down etc), and, as usual, Carole cooked an excellent meal – this time a sort of German style salad thing with ham & frankfurters for those normal (sorry, “non vegetarians”) amongst us (only joking Rosie :o). After that, we played a hand of gloom (which saw me fairly rapidly taken out, thanks to the inexperienced, yet expertly played, actions of Nick), followed by a game of Ticket to ride – which saw Rosie comprehensively, as she went for routes on the east coast, whilst everyone else fought for middle section of the board, handing her a victory of a thumping 50 points.
What else? I’m writing rubbish again – though its more because I’m getting in ridiculously early to work (its 8-15 as I write this and I’ve been here for half an hour, for the 2nd time this week) – though it is, as usual, jumbled, broken and some of it downright incomprehensible. Oh well – its an outlet, at least & better than me not being able to sleep until I get a piece of paper & pen & write for half an hour. I’m fairly certain that some fantastic ideas have been channelled through me – but my handwriting at 3am tends to be illegible, so the following morning, I sit there wondering what the H3LL that word says…
The windows are now in & the house is in a fairly good state, following the mercies of Warmalite (they’e good & deserve a plug, if you need doors & windows, go get ‘em from Warmalite!) – though Lyra has yet to fathom out the cat-flap. Or, more accurately, yet to fathom out the way back into the house via the cat flap; we have both alien intruder cats (who have mastered *their * catflaps) in our garden & a bird-box that is being investigated by a pair of bluetits (hence the other cats), so Lyra has a tendency to leap through the flap to deal with the exciting things and then…. not work out how to get back in, so she sits there for hours meowling at the flap, to much human guilt. We’ve posted her back & forth a few times, but shes unconvinced!
I’ve returned to the Renaissance game, but only because I don’t like ducking out on a fight – effectively, one of my neighbours has attacked my nation & I’ve spent so long preparing for this war that letting him get a victory “because its easier for the game” sits badly within me. Personally, I want to annihilate him, to end the situation, cos if I’m back to being stuck in the rut of unable to ignore him, unable to make peace with him & unable to destroy him, then I’ll be leaving the game fairly soon, cos it then stops being a PBEM RPG, it becomes a war game about resource management – which I find dull. Anyway, I’ve promised that I’ll be in for a wee while longer, and will continue to send in returns – no matter how badly written – for the foreseeable future.
S
Rosie & Nick came over for a meal last night, as their kitchen is in a state of some disrepair (walls being knocked down etc), and, as usual, Carole cooked an excellent meal – this time a sort of German style salad thing with ham & frankfurters for those normal (sorry, “non vegetarians”) amongst us (only joking Rosie :o). After that, we played a hand of gloom (which saw me fairly rapidly taken out, thanks to the inexperienced, yet expertly played, actions of Nick), followed by a game of Ticket to ride – which saw Rosie comprehensively, as she went for routes on the east coast, whilst everyone else fought for middle section of the board, handing her a victory of a thumping 50 points.
What else? I’m writing rubbish again – though its more because I’m getting in ridiculously early to work (its 8-15 as I write this and I’ve been here for half an hour, for the 2nd time this week) – though it is, as usual, jumbled, broken and some of it downright incomprehensible. Oh well – its an outlet, at least & better than me not being able to sleep until I get a piece of paper & pen & write for half an hour. I’m fairly certain that some fantastic ideas have been channelled through me – but my handwriting at 3am tends to be illegible, so the following morning, I sit there wondering what the H3LL that word says…
The windows are now in & the house is in a fairly good state, following the mercies of Warmalite (they’e good & deserve a plug, if you need doors & windows, go get ‘em from Warmalite!) – though Lyra has yet to fathom out the cat-flap. Or, more accurately, yet to fathom out the way back into the house via the cat flap; we have both alien intruder cats (who have mastered *their * catflaps) in our garden & a bird-box that is being investigated by a pair of bluetits (hence the other cats), so Lyra has a tendency to leap through the flap to deal with the exciting things and then…. not work out how to get back in, so she sits there for hours meowling at the flap, to much human guilt. We’ve posted her back & forth a few times, but shes unconvinced!
I’ve returned to the Renaissance game, but only because I don’t like ducking out on a fight – effectively, one of my neighbours has attacked my nation & I’ve spent so long preparing for this war that letting him get a victory “because its easier for the game” sits badly within me. Personally, I want to annihilate him, to end the situation, cos if I’m back to being stuck in the rut of unable to ignore him, unable to make peace with him & unable to destroy him, then I’ll be leaving the game fairly soon, cos it then stops being a PBEM RPG, it becomes a war game about resource management – which I find dull. Anyway, I’ve promised that I’ll be in for a wee while longer, and will continue to send in returns – no matter how badly written – for the foreseeable future.
S
