Dizzojay's Dean Dreams

Hey gang!
I'm just dropping by to let you know I'm still alive and kicking, and having a great time at Darklight Con in Paris. Unfortunately my tight schedule means that I haven't had the chance to venture out into the city centre, and I fly home tomorrow, but I've had a ball meeting some great guests, and fallen just a little bit more in love (if that were indeed possible) with those gorgeous British Men of Letters.
Plushie Sam and Dean have also been having their own adventure, and have met their own hero ... Our should that be heroine?


More fun and larks to follow soon!

Mr D set himself the task of clearing out our larder today.

Over recent months, through neglect and bad shopping habts, our walk-in larder has kind of morphed into a 'climb-in-and-break-your-ankle-over-a-stray-potato' larder, so it was probably going to prove quite an onerous task for him.

Around 3 pm today, I got a text while I was at work; it said 'larder's looking good', and had a picture with it. 

I was expecting to see our lovely tidy larder, all clean and orderly with regimented lines of neatly arranged cans and packets ...


( Intead I get this: )