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Behold ye!

This mighty structure hath protected many a fine man from the slings, the arrows, and the catapults of enemies from far and wide who would dare come and challenge the hallowed ramparts of Castle Can A Lot.

Gazeth ye at the fine construction – employing the highest quality materials from sources as far afield as Australia and China. Well, from what I couldst tell from yonder advertisements upon the box of moving pictures, Fosters comes from down under and ye Asda stir fry sauce is probably from the lands of the far east. But I digresseth.

Many hours of hearty work, and drinking, were put into the building of Can A Lot over the festive season. Take a step back, clicketh ye picture, and beholdeth once more the majesty of Can A Lot.

Who would have thought that such a solid construction could have been felled by the great dish washing incident of early 2006?

Not I.

However, once the crockery of doom had collapsed into the eastern rampart of Can A Lot, ye writing was on ye wall. And ye materials were on ye kitchen floor.

Castle Can A Lot may have gone to ye great recycling bin in the sky, but in the final days of this fine metal and glass structure, some breathtaking images were captured. Clicketh ye and be agast: Can A Lot; entrance, Can A Lot; North Rampart

At 2:30 in the afternoon on the last day of 2005, our daughter Elisha emerged into what had been a bit of a miserable day until that point. In what seemed like a big thumbs up from the world, the clouds broke into a lovely afternoon sky through the window of the room we’d been encamped in since the night before.

As anyone who knows me will agree, I’m not so big on babies. However, Elisha, at just under seven pounds, looked kind of cute from the moment I saw her. Actually, she looked kind of gross the moment I first saw her, but once she’d been cleaned up I thought she looked very cute indeed.

My thirty fourth festive season has gone by in a pleasantly relaxing manner, so far. On xmas day we had a quiet one, watching tv and going for a walk in the park, before going home to watch the Family Guy dvd’s that Fliss had gotten me.

Due to a bit of a screw up on my part we didn’t exactly have the traditional feast when it came to dinner time. On xmas eve I’d woken up really early, so I decided to go to Tesco to fetch some supplies. Once there I picked up two pizzas, thinking that they’d do for boxing day, and then went off around the store picking up odds and ends with a mind to getting something decent for our main meal on xmas day. Somehow, and I’m not quite sure how, I managed to forget to do that. After getting some wine and seeing the queues were expanding at the check–outs, I decided to cut it short and get in line.

So, we ended up having the boxing day pizza for our dinner on xmas day. They were a bit crap, too, as I’d even managed to pick up the wrong type (usually something with meat and a bit of spice for me, something that you can barely taste for Fliss, this time a margherita for me and a ham and pineapple one for Fliss. ). On boxing day we set out to get something a bit more substantial to feast upon, but every store we visited was closed.

Finally, on the 27th, we got ourselves to Asda and picked up some steak, which for me didn’t meet the expectations placed upon it as the promised xmas feast, but by then I don’t think anything could have.

The following day we went to PC World to get a new computer chair. We ended up getting a new wireless modem/router and a faster wireless adapter for the PC, plus a printer/copier/scanner, some software for transferring my VHS tapes to the PC, and Rollercoaster Tycoon for Fliss. Somehow we didn’t get a chair, but having spent quite a bit by that point it was probably a good thing.