I've been married to my husband for nineteen years and I only realised this weekend that he didn't know how skilled a job plastering is. Evidently my experience was skewed by growing up with a father who could probably survive an apocalypse through his practical skills and an uncle who was a builder.

My father has this laser-like, 'I will become an expert in this' focus on matters varying from photography to misbehaving drains. I inherited some of his abilities, but so far have only managed to apply them to writing, GMing and doing things with my hair.

Also, I am about to move to the arse-end of nowhere and people keep asking me whether I plan to keep chickens. I've come to the conclusion that I must just have that kind of a face. (The answer is no: I already have a husband, a cat and several WIPs to keep track of, I do not need any more responsibilities, even if they do lay eggs)