Message from the Other Half

The Werewolf (I do have a name, you know!) writes:

Hello dear! I'm posting this message on your blog because I know you'll at least actually see it here. Honestly, woman! If I put a note on the fridge the fridge magnet falls off and the note falls into the freezer section. If I leave a note lying around the house you won't see it because you never actually do any dusting (that's a joke, please don't hit me!). But I know you look at your blog at least 3 times a day to get your hit rate up.

I had a lovely time knocking the shed down with Minnie. All that exercise made her quite talkative for a change. She says she wants to join the Hedgehogs Rampant. They are the cadet branch of the Knights Hospitalier - you know, they're like the Scouts except instead of camping they learn martial arts and nursing. I suppose it makes sense to be able to tend to your own victims. It saves you from having to go out and find other people's victims to practise bandaging on.

I can't think of any good reason to refuse her. It is cheap and really quite educational. As well as the fencing classes and the bandage practice they get lessons on accident prevention. I must say I've never seen Minnie cause an accident - it is always quite deliberate as far as I can see. But it would keep her off the streets more. The local teenagers have been complaining about her stealing their bikes for joyrides. If she doesn't stop it she'll end up with an ASBO before she's much bigger.

Oh, can you tell James that I went to Silicon Heaven for him. The Head Anorak said that some of the components on his list were too specialised for them to stock, and he suggested James look on eBay for some really specialist component suppliers. He also suggested that James should "get out more". Coming from a man with a t-shirt that says "More Random Doping Tests for Semiconductors!!!" that's quite an insult.

I've found a skip with lots of useful looking bits of scrap wood in it. That should do for his chassis. I've also got some wire and coaxial cable and some bits of circuitry from Harry the Geek at work. I've promised him a jar of my Evil Lime Pickle in return. Don't worry, I'll make him promise not to eat it in confined spaces.

Oh, and also tell James that he can borrow my soldering iron only if he uses it in my workshop and not in his bedroom. I mean it - he nearly started a fire last time.

Love xxxxx