This did lead to a massive mental wobble, and me posting something on facebook, and not even remembering I did it. I'm sorry to anyone who got upset, but I love you all. I am just a bit messed up in the neurochemistry department at the moment. More pills, more blood tests.
In happy news, the workshop has been completed, supervised by Mystery who sat around watching various labours, and offering useful tips. Mim is in charge of interior decor.
|Wood, giant tapeworm, and discarded instructions.|
After a little tutting, wandering about, sniffing, and telling mystery how to paint, mim came up with this colour scheme.
|Mim surveys her jaunty work, Mystery wonders why he is nailed to the top.|
|bright jaunty interior, just right for leaving mouse faces in|
She did a damned fine job, and I'm sure that The boys jaws will stop aching from all the paintbrush holding, soon.
Pie has been working so hard, all he has been able to do is flop into bed at night. He has, on account of his skinny nature, been sat on a few times by humans. This bothers him not.
He just lays there, hogging the bed, farting, snoring , and dribbling. Its like having an extra me sleeping there.
|NO NOOOOOO! Just five more minutes!|
|If I glue this to a mouse, It will be good, oh yes, oh yes.|
|None shall pass. Unless they have ham, of course.|