Well, we're finally back home and are allowed all of the human back. Except the greenhouse. That is still robot-only. The Toaster is back and has made lots of perfectly browned toast in apology. The heating is fine ( Read more... )

Being sensible isn't half boring ( Read more... )

Well, that went pretty well. Except for a few minor bruises (I am not a natural snowboarder) and a gravy burn ( Read more... )

I am now down one tie and one shoelace, but on the plus side the house is no longer 'haunted ( Read more... )

Me!

That's who!

Of course, by now, none of you should be surprised at this. In fact, if any of you are, I'm going to have to assume you haven't actually been reading this journal.

Anyway, I (of course) delivered a rather brilliant if-I-do-say-so-myself-but-I'm-sure-Rose-will-agree lecture on deep sea fish (which is not my area of expertise) to ( Read more... )

I think I need a drink.

Donna decided to have a party. I popped along to keep an eye on the_gary (and try out the snacks).

It turned out she had neglected to mention this was a toy party. Toys for... adults ( Read more... )

Rose and I decided the obvious way to settle the question of who is a better driver was to have a scooter race through the streets of Hiroshima at half three in the morning.

The results were... not as conclusive as we might have hoped.

In first place: my scooter.
In second place: Rose and her scooter ( Read more... )

I think my legs are going to be the same colour as today's trousers (green, if you're wondering) for at least the next 36 hours ( Read more... )

Hello Rose ( Read more... )

I didn't feel like staying in our hotel room alone and it seemed like a good chance to do some more investigative work, so I agreed to spend the night at Judy's. She has a sofa bed (a 'pull out couch', is what she called it) but I doubt I'll be sleeping much ( Read more... )