Back at work. They've replaced the toilet that wouldn't flush with one that persistently gets blocked. I really did think toilets were a solved problem but oh well. None of my plants are dead. Not much joy getting any comics done at the moment. It's motivational, I think.
More nightmares. Initially they had a sort of Cronenbergish charm, but right now I just want an uninterrupted night's sleep.
Wolves in the Walls = brilliant
New Compost Bin = capacious
Decent hoodie/cardigan = completely undiscoverable
To my boy = some consolation
This week's Torchwood = marginally better
But maybe that's no surprise.