I have been reading Y: The Last Man on the floor, with the book between two pillows as it is too thick to open flat without breaking its spine. And it is too heavy to hold and read like a normal book. It is basically a giant bother. Buying the omnibus edition was a terrible misstep.
This afternoon I went to Claire's house for boardgames as Firmin has picked up the European expansion for Wingspan. It was fun. I lost horribly. We played a couple of other games after and I excelled at coming 4th or 5th of the 5 players.
Then up to Carla's for D&D, and dinner grabbed from the chip shop along the road. The spring roll was nice but that chips were not good.
And home to a flat that feels genuinely cold. My flat hadn't felt cold at all until a couple of days ago. Stupid turning of the seasons. So I turned the heat-pump on for the first time. Set to 16 degrees. It did nothing for quite a while and then blew quite the storm of stink, followed by loud creaking and cracking heat expansion noise. I guess the first time running needed to be dramatic, or some such thing.
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