The car blew up....

but thanks to a bit of bodging by Mr SC and our lovely neighbours S and J, it is at least back home. It remains to be decided whether we will replace the engine or just scrap it. The main thing is that I got himself back home safely after the almighty implosion/oil fountain on the motorway.

Last night we had a fairly big house spider on the fireplace. I wish they didn't like living in houses so much, as I would happily evict them all if it was possible. They certainly don't pay rent, and some of them are definitely big enough to! I hate spider season.

In other news, I must must must finish our wedding invites this weekend, then I can print the innards and send them out. My friends are asking for details.

Finally, I need to find out why food supposedly reaches your stomach in seven seconds, but the feedback response of fullness takes twenty minutes. Hhhhmmmm.