Weekend over. Play again?

Good weekend. (Have a biscuit.)

Home from London on Friday night. Slept deliciously late on Saturday. Lounged around, then went round to Castle Badger (home of gothwalk, inannajones and olethros) for barbecue and hilarity. (The former mainly consisted of the spectator sport of watching Gothwalk and Olethros attempt to consume an entire farmyard.) Much good book geekery with puritybrown.

Praise and blessings be upon Olethros for his shiatsifyin' ways. (That's feedback, mate, as requested!)

Earning for the Lord as usual this morning. (I sing in a church choir, for money, so the earning is, strictly, for myself, not the Lord - but the means by which I do it is, so the assumption goes, of spiritual benefit to the congregation... I say nothing. I just lodge the cheques.)

Then back home, where I surprised myself by actually carrying out my intention to bring Best Known to Herself up to date: I wrote about the places I've lived in, and about my trip to London, and finally about Asimov's Foundation, which I just read for the first time.

Pimp, pimp, pimp. Have I no shame?