a happy brother.

aces. no sam, i think you will find this is mine.

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TRAIN! TRAIN! we are going up the east side of the country then noodling across through some lovely scenery to cross over at the narrow bit.

it looks pink here but it is a lovely cherry red. do we think my brother will like it?

Why do people keep depicting cyclops with a nose under the eye? the olfactory nerves would have to go all the way down and round and up behind the eyeball and get all caught up with the optic nerves. If they had evolved the nostrils would surely be more on the cheeks. Welcome to my TED talk.

we are prepping for the trip NORTH. for me this means reminding sam of things to pack (pants. biscuits). for sam this means glaring at me, making shortbread, telling me i am not helping, and checking she has packed pants multiple times.

man in black: "why are you smiling?" inigo montoya (prepare to die): "because i know know something you don't know." man in black: "and what is that?" inigo montoya (prepare to die): "i am not left-handed."

for some reason sam gave all the copies of his books to our niblings to keep instead of on loan. they are all brilliant. this looks like it could be fun. hint hint.

You cannot eat the stars, but do enjoy them anyway. I am a bear: www.bonfire.com/eat-stars/

it is a most excellent card. thank you liebe freund.

i wonder if there is enough wool left to do mittens as well?

no relaxed cuppa with sam today. she is off to fight through the crowds to hid- ahem, work, in a basement again. we got another tin of bakage brought through before she left. the kettle is warm and there is old ribena, a few types of tea, mulled wine, and fizz. make yourselves comfy.

alert! alert! sam says she is on her way home! brush the crumbs under the sofa and take the empties with you please.

in a break with tradition i am not going to work with sam today. but i am wearing the ridiculous puddings.

a day later than she originally planned because we all needed a rest but BEHOLD THE MOUNTAIN OF CHEESE STARS

not entirely sure the hat is working out like i thought it would. sam says it is perfect.

STATE OF BANG! *old v niche joke. sam will be giggling for ages over it

"at some point i have to go for some milk" sam says as we slurp tea and eat shortbread. "remember me."

i might claim it for my birthday next month.

see also certain members of this flat with the wool for festive jumpers. oooh. theres a thought. a jumper with sparkly wool for next year.

the nice thing about being back home despite it being home rather than somewhere exciting is that there are tins of mince pies and the odd bit of shortbread within paws reach.

"oh look," says sam. "smol has been spying on us again." i do not know what she is talking about. she was very calm about her birthday.

THE MAYOR!!!

"i only got up for the loo, you two. can i have some duvet back please?" you fail to snooze, you lose, sam

"emergency birthday cake procured!" sam announces. hmmm. this doesnt look big enough for flopsy, never mind three of us.

it is strange how i have already learned how to be nervous when sam says "looks like we have mail from @emmahh.bsky.social".

we are listening to the recentish (2021) radio adaptation of the princess bride complete with interruptions and commentary from the narrator. it is not the film but it is delightful anyway.

We can all be decorated. I am a bear.

i think i would like to meet a reindeer. they look friendly.

we have a fresh mountain of vegan friendly mince pies if anyone is peckish

SCIENTIFICALLY ACCURATE SIX POINTED mouseflakes!

there is just one small half-empty tin of shortbread left. we are distraught.

we have never seen this. i did not think it was possible for sam not to have seen something classic from the muppets but there you go.

this is what inspired sam to do my jumper. i am working up to asking for one with dinosaurs on next.

GLOOOO-OOOOOOO-OOOOOO-OOOOO-OOO-OOOO-OOOO-OOORIA!

sam has infinite monkey cages on continual playback today while she bakes and knits. they have reached the @smolrobots.bsky.social edition

TADAA!!! sam keeps chuckling and saying i look dead neat and smart.

tog asked for fish fingers and chips for tea. sam did her best and provided salmon fishcakes and chippy type slices. everyone is realising now however that baked beans may turn tog the same colour as me.

okay, form an orderly queueueue. you are allowed one each of the remembering-how-to-get-them-bang-on vegan shortbread biccies

view upon waking. no tog, we have not forgotten. happy birthday you determined little *gulp* teenager.

why justin has been so seemingly ambivalent about the wild release in ambridge

she has pretty much finished my festive jumper, by the way. but then she put it straight in the wash! she said it needed to "rest" before i was allowed to wear it. i have just checked and it looks very well rested but it is still damp. bah.

CAYK TUNNEL! CAYK TUNNEL! homemade minelce pies done with the new tree cutter!

unsurprisingly i agree with sam. we stand with trans people.

best christmas decoration competition won.

todays calendar door is very us themed

Away in a tower His bare feet all red Little lord John McLane Leaves terrorists 4 dead. Breaks necks ina staircase Ties a hose round his waist Jumps out ofthe building & crawl through the vents He'll take their machine gun Make the bad guys all pay Drop Hans frm the top floor & shout Yippee Kay-ay

EMERGENCY EMERGENCY