So it was my birthday yesterday, and although not a ‘major milestone’ event (somewhere between 30 and 50 if you must know), it is always inevitably a time for reflection and drinking. Mostly drinking though. In fact, almost exclusively drinking, with the express intent of doing so much harm to ones brain through the application of wondrous and varied forms of alcohol as to make any potentially melancholy inducing reflection all but impossible. Ahhhhhh, good times.
At Last! The long, long wait has finally come to an end!
The slow boat has finally crawled into harbour, largely in one piece I am glad to say, and disgorged its vast cargo including a small but not insignificant crate full of our belongings. This of course means I can once again get back onto the hobby wagon and crack on with some painting and modeling that I have been chomping at the bit to get to grips with!
There is of course one small problem – locating it