Mould

I must get round to scanning the photo of the mushroom Buckle, Chuckle and I found growing behind the "shower" "curtain" (NB. quote marks ;) in the Ambra Vale house...it was awesome. Man, there are some stories to be told about that place, and not all of them are to do with flooding, garden-vomiting, exploding lighters, "rotting orange peel is a good deodoriser" or me going walkabout at 4 in the morning after a skinfull.


There's some serious logistics issues coming up next month; somehow I have to co-ordinate: surgery, Rose away, work, Romania, cat feeding, Derby, Slovakia, stitches out, cat feeding, Rose away with kids, Austria, Rose away with kids, agh...aggh.agh.....ah. [calendar malfunction]

In other news...nothing.