
Incidentally, and I may have mentioned this before, but although W. W. Jacobs wrote the very fine macabre short story The Monkey’s Paw, he was mainly a writer of humorous tales. It must be over twenty years ago that, seeing him described on Wikipedia as a writer of horror stories, I set to work to correct this misapprehension; and to this day, a good chunk of the stuff I wrote that evening before going down the pub is still there

Unlike the pub

Onwards to a couple more episodes of Dark Matter, which is either slightly less confusing now or I’m getting used to it. It’s still very confusing, but in a good (if confusing) way

Goodnight all





. Dug a well. Dug well again. Dug well third time which finally seemed to work. Tree greenhouse: i.e. a hexagonal greenhouse about 6 feet up a large tree. Seemed to work. A mobile chicken coop. 3 vegetable raised beds to go with the mobile chicken coop. I dozed off about halfway since it was not particularly inneresting other than the chest development of one of the ladies.
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