One cries because one is sad. For example, I cry because others are stupid, and that makes me sad.

I’ve had a nice weekend; the 40k group had its first session of the year. Whilst it was quiet it was good to be back in the swing of things. I’ve introduced a new set of house rules; sadly they’re already upsetting Imperial Guard players. I was assailed with cries of “I can’t make a combat patrol squad limited to 500 points” “wah blub”. Oh dear, what have I done? Now I know that my loyal readers won’t have a clue what I’m talking about, but rest assured the new rules will make for some unhappy bunnies, ooh I’m so wicked. (Tee hee)

On my return from the shop, I spoke to the missus as I got a text saying she needed to ask me something. She phoned me and said that her wee man was coming over for the night and that they would be off to the flicks on Sunday, it turned out that it was, in fact, two things she needed to ask me. The first was if I could keep DTWP company whilst they went to see Sherlock Holmes. Now anyone who knows me well will know that I’m not overly keen on small dogs, but this little fella is one of the most friendly and affectionate pups I’ve ever encountered, the second in fact. The first being a very distinguished Cairn Terrier. So the opportunity to spoil DWTP was too good to miss, plus it would give mother and son a chance to spend some quality time together. They haven’t spent a great deal of time with each for a while, he was very ill before Christmas and given the fact that my girlies immune system is shot it wasn’t a good idea for them to be around each other. Then herself became poorly. So finally they got some quality time together. Oh yeah, the second favour, the boy plays 40k and about a year ago he bought a Necron battle force. He made a start on painting and putting them together, but with homework and schooling and family time, he hasn’t had much time to get on with the models. So I was asked to give him a hand, I like painting miniatures; it’s my favourite thing about the gaming hobby. From opening the box, prepping the components and getting the model finished is something I really enjoy. Fortunately Necrons are easy to paint and I should have them finished in a few days, although I have to leave a few for my future step son to complete. Bless ‘im. He’s a fantastic lad and I think we’re gonna get on really well. He has a sense of humour, he’s polite and respectful, (most of the time) but every lad around his age can have their moments. But all in all he’s a nice kid. The worst thing about the whole thing is seeing missy virtually broken over the fact that he’s not with her. New Year’s Day was probably the worst; fortunately the departure of a certain time travelling medic gave her the perfect chance to let some of the pain out. Which in a strange way, I think it did some good.

Tomorrow I return to work, oh joy! Still it could be worse, couldn’t it? Seriously I am looking forward to Monday, how scary is that? It’ll be nice to see the guys and hear all about their Christmas break.

Oh yeah I would like to express my displeasure at the way I was teased with Christmas Pud earlier today! Using one of my favourite examples of festive fare is decidedly naughty! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! (Tee hee!)

Luvs ya hunnee!