Look at them, brain-washed imbeciles!

The days have been growing ever shorter and colder at Casa del Fernleigh, but we don’t care.  I cooked up some felafels, and heated up a few store bought pita pockets for a delicious dinner.  Now we’re kicked back on the sofa snuggling and watching DVDs of The Prisoner.

That’s all you need for happiness, you know.  Fists full of felafels and ears & eyes full of number 6.