Curried beans in a can....

......interrupted sleep. I've got swollen glands and it's making me snore (more than usual). A night of gentle kicks in the kidneys from Nancy; she wasn't enjoying my bedroom overture. Eventually, I couldn't take the violent intolerance any more and I retreated to the spare room at 4.30am. Awoke feeling woozy and just a tad grumpy.

Later, I elected to set fire to the house rather than have to clean it...shortly before Edwards' Eye arrived for chat.

The afternoon was spent in Games Workshop preparing the forces of humankind against the alien hoard. Owen has decided that he'll be building Space Wolves in preference to Ultramarines in future; it transpires that Ultramarines have to keep their hair short, Space Wolves are permitted long hair. Jolly good.