By Grabthar's hammer, they shall be avenged

Dear cancer,

Of course, you realise this means war. After this last week, I have just doubled my monthly donations to Cancer Research. Every day I am at work, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I am partly working to bring about your demise. Let's see how you like it, asshole.

Yours sincerely,

Rich

...Come on outside, let's go and play!

I am counting this weekend as a win.

There was the 3FS on Friday, quieter than usual, but still a good gathering (and preceded by dinner chez Nightingale and Ruby's masterful Roo-brie).

Saturday saw Hillsborough get the dreaded Leeds match out of the way for another year. With what looked like half of South Yorkshire police on the streets, it thankfully seemed to go without incident. I trekked over to Beighton during the day to see the Clarks and drop off presents for Bethany. Then in the evening I hosted what I think may have been my biggest film night yet - 25 guests (15 adults, 10 kids). All the food got eaten, a significant proportion of the Lego got played with, there were no fights, everyone semed to have a good time, and David Bowie was magnificent. We started at 4 and wound up about 11:30.

There was snow later on in the evening, which pretty much decided my plans for Sunday. Tidying up can wait! I hiked up to Bole Hill park where I met up with the Haynes and Chivers clans. We went sledging, built a snowman and had snowball fights, before retiring for a late pub lunch at the Ball. I'm off to roleplaying in a bit to round off a packed and very enjoyable weekend. :o)