And relaax.

This morning I was woken by the smell of bread. Not how I am used to waking up, but I stirred to the definite smell of something tasty cooking and quickly decided it was fresh bread of some kind. Five minutes later the door to my room burst open and kr0n emerged with a bowl of freshly baked onion bread and a streaming hot cup of tea.

Yes, she was suffering from insomnia. But the bored bread-making type of insomnia.

Next thing was Ollie arriving, with a copy of Battefleet Gothic. Some ship-to-ship combat later and Belinda arrived, and olly shortly afterward ran off to watch football. Sinced then I've been consuming more brews, onion bread, and licorice all-sorts.

It's been a relaxing sort of a day.

Good job too. I have to be in Bramley for work tomorrow morning!