Satanicus Maximus

So how was it for you? Here, at The Zoo, it went bloody great. SheWhoIsNeverWrong, despite having a bad day with the old noggin, aching eyes and loaded up on drugs (of the prescription variety, you understand), soldiered on and turned out a bloody superb dinner. Turkey, beef and gammon accessorised with all the usual [...]

Things that seemed like a good idea at the time: losing three weeks of normal living while the entire kitchen is ripped out, stripped back to the brick work and rebuilt in shiny new fashion. What’s not to like, right? Well, for starters there’s the small matter of removing everything that usually lives there and [...]

SheWhoIsNeverWrong has been battling a series of brain-head-face-related mystery aliments over the last few months. Part-migraine-part-head-thing-part-who-knows-fecking-what-thing, she’s undergone all manner of tests, scans, hospital visits and whatnot, only to now be told that a further monthly series of trial-and-error meds is the only remaining option. The local quack, displaying the sort of compassion and humanity [...]

How was your May? Here, at Paterson Towers, it was the usual cacophonous and stress-filled anarchy. With two thirds of The Spawn still in residence, I doubt it will ever be anything else. The Princess Of Darkness knows better than her parents, of course. Both She Who Is Never Wrong and my bad self have [...]