Time. Where the hell does it go? I know at least two weeks have vanished since I last updated, but I’ll be damned if I can say where they went! Same’s true for Wolf Mama. Due to various other duties, I’ve not got a word in on that. Poor old Clara is frozen in time, riding back to her cabin with a gun in her hand and terror in her chest.
It doesn’t look like I’ll be getting any work in today either. Long story short but, of course, it revolves around the UK’s
clown show legal system and a rather unsavoury jerk.
Hopefully I’ll be able to steal an hour or two tomorrow!
Right, I have to go get ready.