Planet warhammer

Sam pulled a total stealth move today. We had to head into town and on the quiet, he popped into the upperKirkgate alternative universe that is the Games Workshop (which I would describe as being 80% surreal and 20% reminiscent of the good bits of a 70s and 80s childhood that you cling on to but can't quite put your finger on but you just know was totally carefree and very Spielberg). Anyway, back to Sam and he quietly put in one of his painted dudes into their annual paint competition without any of us knowing. We only found out because we went by to meet up with him and were persuaded to vote ourselves when the shop dude told me Sam had entered one of his own. And here it is, No. 93 front and centre, with us unwittingly captured in the background.

A morning of top family company and banter in town and at home, before I went back to making a really bad job of painting the hallway. Parks and Rec Netflix rerun marathon with the kids tonight while Dave went out to play. Treat yo self to some Ron Swanson.