Matthew's not home yet, and my phone battery succumbed, so I can't even call him. This evening we are doing the 'quiet night in' thing, which has become absolutely the Friday Night Norm, rather than any sort of exception. He's still a bit under the weather from a headcold, and I'm... well...
This morning I went to the physio for the fourth time in three weeks, and got 'manipulated' like nobody's business. Almost four weeks ago I injured myself running and since then I have been hobbling around poorly. I am currently taped up like a trussed chook. No cardio for Zoe in the foreseeable, so that also means a dramatic reduction in the cupcakes, cookies and sundries department as well.
Matthew has been Warhammering quite seriously over the last fortnight in preparation for the October Painting Competition. He has some wonderful miniature sculptures on the table at the moment, including my favourite, a miniature model of Trajan's Column
|Yes, Matthew really is carving a 1-inch-tall version of this. It's fabulous.|