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I'm rationalising my book collection and in one of my many bookcases I have found ones I do not recall owning - are they yours? transcendancing?

• Blood Bound by Patricia Briggs
• Moon Called by Patricia Briggs
• Urban Shaman by C.E. Murphy
• Coyote Dreams by C.E. Murphy
• Thunderbird Fables by C.E. Murphy
• The Execution Channel by Ken MacLeod
• Quirkology by Richard Wiseman

Tell me please! I will give them back and not add them to the massive pile of books to give away or recycle. Also if I have your books and they are NOT listed tell me and I will dig them out or, you know, get you more books :p

sarren I have your Raffles DVDs

Is just making herself felt, the temperature went from 41C to 26C in a couple of hours and the woofer is a pathetic wuss when it comes to crossing roads when they are calf deep in water. chaosmanor and I have responded to the rain and lightning by dancing about in the rain, buying hammock chairs (mine is pink) and unplugging everything except the wifi.

The view from the back porch is particularly excellent when it is raining on my feet.

* swings gently back and forth*

Don't get me wrong, gardening is being done by our household but in pots. The rest of the time we manoeuvre around the massive weeds or, well, manoeuvred because A. has been taking out his horticultural frustrations on our yard. We now go out and stand in previously inaccessible parts of the yard and say things like '...it's so big' in awestruck tones... FYI I can do that in 7 languages.

Poor A. encountered our tap though and I came home on Friday to the water off at the mains after it had snapped off the pipe and tried to irrigate the backyard. Kudos for fast thinking and being able to find the water mains as it's under the aforementioned massive weed collection. I presume this is some sort of competitive thing with the Eastern states. We're supposed to be on FIRE, not FLOODING.

The plumber, who was kind of adorable and sadly not available until the following morning, said 'go for it' when I asked if he minded my crimping the pipe so we could have water on overnight. A. did the hard work and I provided tools and what I am going to call 'inspiration.' It didn't leak at all after the first, tiny trickle when we turned to mains back on. Please admire the remains of the support post and it's extreme age.



Stage 2 was R. the plumber fitting a new copper pipe and me sourcing a new post, digging it in nice and deep and screwing the new pipe fitting to it. Success!



I was momentarily overcome with lust at the hardware store which is also selling BLACK MULBERRY trees for $139 since I wants one like burning and they could not be had for any price back when I bought the house - I have regretfully come to the conclusion that the one I bought originally is a fine tree and an excellent fruiter but not the tree I was fantasising about.

My walk home from work is past a fruiting mulberry tree, it's a good way point. I survive the HAZARDOUS remaining 600 meters knowing my own darling little tree is also fruiting and in a moment of genius chaosmanor suggested a smoothie. My life, it is awesome.