Hospital Blues

I had a stellar game of Runebound lined up for 7 o'clock this morning. I woke up, actually I hardly slept a wink due to lack of alchohol and a midnight addiction to In Our Time, and went to thumb scan in at the school. Riding back in glee for an impending game, upon arrival my wife said she was sick and had to go to hospital. Argh!

All is well. It's flu, and Grace who I picked up at 3:30 and took her to see her mum, then got sick too, with a temperature and is staying the night there too.

I got home and attempted to make the best of this dreadful day.

Some beer, Jimi Hendrix and PaulWeller can raise my spirits.

I'm also almost sitting on 12 beautifully painted kobolds.

I'm so in love with Bron/Broen, I'm not sure what to do.

Nuclear Throne dominates my PC game time. How if I could reach there!

My ereader broke. I am broken. I was venturing into ancient Fafhred and Gray Mouser tales lost from memory. I had just reached the edge of my mind. Fafhred taken down to some undersea kingdom, where some horrible giant octopus lifted some spell which sent the water crashing in as Fafherd escapes to join the Gray Mouser on the sloop, all others drowned. I must secure a replacement, so I can continue on the astral adventures of these heroes.

World News? No.

 

Bron/Broen

This show is really, really good. I want to pack my bags and move to Denmark. OMG!

I've watched a lot of good shows this past couple of years. Some of the best shows ever made, I am sure. Yet, I am bewitched by this one. I'm holding off from watching the last series. It must be relished.

I found a website of all these Nordic novelties, which I intend to delve into.

The world appears to roll itself in pain. News is awful.

We've been gaming in Chumphon for 2 years now, and it's been a lot of fun and the focal point of my week.

Otherwise, life is as being a father and a husband and a good guy. Tougher than it sounds. I find solace in beer.

My job is fine. I enjoy the company of these brave, young teenagers.

Globally, it is appalling. Everything is corrupt. The situation unmanageable. One can only attempt to enjoy our time that we have. It would seem that we all now believe the lie. And we are doomed because of it.

Whatever....

Return

It's been a long time since I posted on my blog, but I have been thinking about it of late. These days I generally use Facebook, but it does have its limitations.

Back to school tomorrow, and it's a daunting prospect. In truth though, too much time on my hands has me reading all sorts of unhealthy news items which start to play havoc with my brain. So, I feel it would be a good thing to get back among the living. The school timetable is pretty hardcore however, and with the ridiculous 50 kid class sizes, I come home bloody knackered.

The hols have been great and I spent very relaxing days watching TV and eating. I got through all of Black Sails and all of The Wire. The latter being particularly fantastic. Someone said if you go through life not having seen the Wire it's a sad thing.

Managed to play games every week. Last week played Eldricht Horror at Harry's and Ascension Dreamscape and Imperial Assault skirmish at mine. Jon and Colin play fairly often. Arun plays now and again. Sadly, Brian moved away. He was a reliable player and enjoyed the company.

I have no camera and not really any intention to buy one, so there won't be many photos from home at the moment.

Grace and Oi are fine. We had a little break at Khao Lak, which had a beautiful beach and restaurant. We got to a couple of national parks, one was great, the other sad.

Oi works all the time, but it appears to be what she wants to do, so best let her get on with it.

The world? What a shit storm. Barely worth talking about.

PC games? I was enjoying Star Wars Battlefront until I suddenly stopped playing. I tried Fallout 4 on maximum difficulty which is great but it became like work. At the moment, I enjoy the quick 5 minute twin-stick shooters. Nuclear Throne takes first prize.

Books? Well I am reading albeit very slowly. Right now a return visit to Swords Against Death. I am still in total awe at these stories nearly 40 years after first reading them.