If a goth were so morbid as to drape actual shrouds over their furniture …

… would they be death throws?

In other news, I'm now back at work, which is a relief; there's only so much time I can spend lying on the sofa watching nonstop Blake's 7 before I start to feel restless. (Strange as this concept may seem to some of my readers :-).

And it has snown. Oh joy, oh rapture, oh treacherous footing, oh extensive faff with clearing it off the car, oh happy days of kids being extra-specially noisy for snowball-related reasons as they walk to school past my bedroom while I'm still trying to sleep. Yes, I know plenty of people enjoy snow, but bah and furthermore humbug to the lot of you. I shall be happy when it's gone away.

I seem to have a free evening tonight (so far). I'd almost forgotten they existed.