Starving is how I am. Waiting for the gooey cheese bit on the top of my lasagne to turn a bit brown so that I can shovel it into my greedy fat old gob.
And wet. Not in the biblical sense of course. Merely wet from the rain. It's rained here so much in the last 3 months I think I've contracted Trenchfoot.
Whassa time now? Hmmmm nearly 7pm here. Got to eat, feed dogs and a few quick chores ..... I'll be about an hour before I get ingame. Okaaaaaay?
Ow, we missed a potential little spamfest there. It got locked :-(
Well then, I am back at last and shall be shortly venturing ingame where anyone who knows me, and has dead mice to offer me, may stroke my bellyfur. But not touch my ears.
Unfortunately, I will be dipping in and out as the father-in-law-that-lives-with-us is being particularly bothersome tonight :-(