For future reference, if you're ever inclined to eat/make white chocolate cheesecake laced with brandy and topped with strawberries soaked in brandy and galliano: small pieces. Very small.

At the end of next week, I'm going to visit , and have consequently spent the last few days sitting in a darkened room, making high pitched, excited giggling noises. And making the above-mentioned highly flammable alcoholic cake, of course.

Have somehow been roped into helping ma dye her hair. Now would be a good time to point out that moments of female bonding tend to be rare in our house: ma is and always has been kind of a tomboy, there's a running joke that I'm really a short man with unfortunate pectorals, and the rest of the family is all brothers and dad. It's essentially an all-male household. On a related note, I am unspeakably shit at most girlish tasks (hair dyeing/styling, applying eyeliner, picking a shade of lipstick that matches my skin tone etc.) so it's likely that ma's hair dyeing adventure will be an adventure indeed. I've been informed she'll yell at me if I screw up. Which I probably will. Have acquired earplugs.

While I'm here, here's a promise I suspect I will fail to keep: tomorrow, I will draw character designs! The following is a list of characters, so that I adequately can kick myself when it turns out I've forgotten one.
Hamish
Rose
Keith
Sunny
Piran/Rosalia
Arthur
Lucy
The Devil
Casimir
Dominic
... no, no that'll do.