Scritch, scratch

Spots 'n' feathers don't mix. {scratch} Appointment at GP's tomorrow. In the meantime, trying not to {scritch} scratch.

Two books finished on one weekend NEWSFLASH

There's another layer of the book-reading onion peeled away.

( more death? )

The Fetish Bag

It's a very nice bag, quilted burgundy (poly-)cotton, with cream lining, made from a cover kit from some embroidery magazine or other. It's meant to be my dice bag for gaming sessions, but it acquires other... passengers... fellow travellers...bits 'n' bobs. The current contents are:

• set of seven dice (d4, d6, d8, d12, d20, pair of percentile dice) in a green marbled finish (not quite camo) with red numerals
• purple d20 with white numerals
• strange d6 from a game I had as a kid with numbers 1 thru' five plus a joker instead of the six
• small blue perspex box, containing four tiny, unreliable, d6
• glass marble
• small resin human skull
• pewter skull pill box, containing double dose of prescription painkillers
• squashy brain from recent BPAL (via eBay) purchase
• small model sheep (done in FiMo or similar)

The bag's pretty full and doesn't contain the five thinking stones I was looking for.

Nope. Not going to attempt to say what these mean.

Competition time...

... in the Grauniad. Since I've been doing all this reading of Japanese death poems, there's an obvious, and quick (?), format:

Dumble- leaves the room
Through the "exit only" -dore
Snape refines CV