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Fam

Fancied writing down a sort of diary type malarkey, so here it goes.

Naomi

Ah bruv, she's gorgeous.

said an early 20s Asian gentleman in Mr Cod when I was picking up chips the other night. Naomi was in a sling, a sort of chest rucksack where the baby faces the same direction as you, turning me into a Power Loader from Aliens. I thanked him and gave credit to Kate.

MC - I see you, EMW. I see you.

So I needed to pop back to Outcrop Cottage to pick up some decorative resources I needed for the Vertislum. When I was building the Outcrop Cottage, it was in the middle of the Lack-Of rail project and although I needed somewhere safe to sleep I felt like I couldn't mess too much with the surrounding landscape else I'd start smoothing off all the map error discontinuities and that's how time disappears.

2017 Things I'd like to do

Like resolutions but with a firm admittance that I'm not really in the business of tracking my own progress on anything. I can only do what I can. So these are all things I would like to do, some are personal, some are for the family. I want to do more socialising but at the moment it's so hard to plan or think about what that might take. I'd love to get back into roleplaying face to face. I do like Roll20 but it doesn't beat face to face.

Postcards from Minecraft Lackofia

Having a holiday and paternity leave has been good for bits and bobs projects. It's all about making life a little easier when moving around inside the wall. I've taken to keeping an in-game log of what needs to be moved where using a book and quill. For each location I write what it needs and before I travel there, I check the book. If I see something that needs fixing then I add it to the book. To be honest, writing it down in the first place has helped me remember.

Naomi

At 0311 on the 21st of December 2016 Kate woke me up by going to the loo. Pregnant women visiting the toilet 4 times a night isn't remarkable, so I stirred but stayed curled up under in thick PJs and three times the covers that ordinary people do. The side effect of human baking is that you generate your own heat like a geothermal vent and the heating has been pretty much off for months. Pregnant women fitted with a heat exchange unit is a viable renewable energy source.

Kate sounded urgent when she returned.

"That's my waters breaking."

A Postcard from Minecraft

I've been surveying/roof fixing around the village and had stopped by Rob's tower and saw the snow scattered around looking scruffy. So I borrowed some cobble and tidied it up!

That's all to report. I've mostly been pottering around and making more enchanted weapons. I need to experiment with our map to see if I can figure out why it's going to the wrong world when you go through the End Portal. I think it might be something to do with world numbering and our old nether is numbered "wrong".

Postcards from Los Santos

Spanning a week or two we begin with the end of last night and a couple of bad fellows who got on the wrong side of the Lack of Motorcycle Club. They just wanted an excuse for a cuddle.

The Habanero, a particularly shit car that holds a special place in EMW's and my heart for it saved us in an hour of need. Now it has become the icon of a club that needed no icon. The first rule of Habanero Club is that you blow it up.