Myrtle's preferred safe space from the fireworks is the upstairs landing. (No idea why) So I'm spending Saturday evening sat on the hall floor reading to keep her company.

Was it on Blueberry Hill?

"One day my log will have something to say about this."

I'M FREE! THE DOOR HAS BEEN DEFEATED!

My new dice dungeon came in handy during tonight's D&D session. Sadly it didn't have room to house all the absolute ploppers rolls my dice made.