Fort Awesome

I’m so sorry. I let the guys back into the house for a couple of weeks and while I’m not looking they post a barrage of worrying material not fit for Gandhi’s mountaineering book club, and faster than I can correct the grammar. Again, I apologise. It will never happen again. Today.

It seems that someone has made a badge labelled “The one who writes the house updates” and stapled it firmly to my bare chest. The physical discomfort alone would have been bearable without the emotional strain of the badge’s subtitle, “Lord Chancellor of Twattery”. So, updates ahead. Basically nothing at all has happened in the house. Oh, there was this one time when we moved a piano; that’s downstairs now. We’ve started writing some more songs and attempting bad covers of 80s hits. Moses has been converted to accept unleaded fuel, Dan has learned to ride a unicycle sideways, and Jeff can now hover two inches above the ground, but only when singing tunes from Disney’s Lion King in a falsetto voice.

All in all, the same old stuff. Oh and I went to France. Back now though.