Outa Here...

(Please consider this as Friday's offering, although am sending now to get it off my increasingly busy desk.)

Right. mrs househusbandnot and I are off on holiday until 10 May. (Holiday from what I hear you all say. Well, thankfully mrs hhn likes going on holiday with me.) My mate (*& is concerned that I am giving out too much information about myself on hhn, and that it is only a matter of time until I find myself a stalker with some logistical information about my movements - as opposed to Madame B who just stalks from a distance - so I am not telling you where we are going, other than to say it is a country interestingly uninterested in sandwiches. (Chew on that one Mr Stalky Man.)

Feel free to talk amongst yourselves while I am away. And if you are missing hhn I leave you with a few links (first one care of Bad, who has discovered youtube out there in darkest Suffolk):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SVnEkRaKvQ

and

http://www.crazymonkeygames.com/Boxhead-More-Rooms.html (highly recommended and deeply addictive)

and

http://www.foodtimeline.org/foodsandwiches.html

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ls9lCSUs1Wo (9.16 minutes of purple perfection, and at 8.01 minutes in a reason - only one I can think of - why KT Tunstall or whatever she is called deserves to be left alive)

After some deliberation about taking the laptop on holiday, I have decided against it. hhn and the great unfinished novel can take a back seat for a week or so. So will be in touch after 10 May.
hhn x