Saturday's Circle of Hands gathering was rather thin on the ground, but never mind. The event lasted from 9pm-1am, regardless.

We were joined by - among others - Paul McDermott, author of Johnny Dupl'eau; Eric Bray, author of Five Short Stories; and Hazel Dixon, whose short story Acid Rain Rocks features in the anthology Desolate Places.

Subjects discussed ranged from our latest writing projects to the correct colour of Jared Leto's eyes. Spike Milligan, snoring cats, irritating computers and (in accordance with C of H tradition) chocolate were also mentioned.

The plasterer has been! (Yes, this is a change of subject...) Now we've got a brown rectangle of damp plaster where a door once stood. Before we moved into this house, two small rooms had been knocked into one. However, the job had not been properly thought-out or finished, as there were two doors, almost side by side, leading into the same room. We decided to block one up and free up wall space - hence the plasterer, today.

I've now got a title for the Sci-Fi story which is set on the Moon - The Arms of Nuit. I've not finished tweaking it yet, but at the moment it stands at 3,500 words.

Question:- Why do we call them "the Moon", "the Earth" and "the Sun", but we don't say "the Jupiter" or "the Pluto"?

Cat and her father (my brother-in-law) were here on Tuesday. Emily was thrilled that her adopted playmate was here twice in one week. On Sundays, when Cat's due to arrive, Emily sits waiting for her. Once Cat's here, Emily won't leave her alone, demanding cuddles and games of tug-o-war with her beloved rubber duck or Oinky Pig (a rubber pig which makes a loud "Oink!" noise when chomped). Anyway, Tony had his ears washed; Emily insisted upon it.