Yesterday was going quietly until I had a fit of energy and emptied out the not-quite-attic. It had 16 years of crap up there, with loads of rayburn dust, gunk from the cooker and mouse droppings. It took a while to take down all the crap and burn what could be burnt and prepare the rest for throwing away. Pretty much the only thing that didn't get binned was a pull-along tortoise, which I got for my first birthday. He was cleaned up and put in a safe place.
I'd forgotten about the sheer hilarity of the Backstroke of the West. It's just as good as Zero Wing.
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