Forever Amber

Because I know that, deep down, you care:

It’s still there. And as you may have noticed, there are four of us living in it now:

This is actually the first time Terry and I have bothered to buy a pumpkin. We’re not really down with the whole “getting involved in seasonal holidays” thing. We’re just too lazy. This year, however, Terry ordered a pumpkin, and, much to my excitement, it’s no ordinary pumpkin, either:

It’s an OMG MUTANT PUMPKIN! From OUTER SPACE! I mean, I know it’s been a while since I did a supermarket shop, but I had NO IDEA they were getting their produce from so far afield these days. Modern life, eh? It really is amazing.

In other news (which is actually not news at all to those of you who follow me on Twitter), last night Terry tried on his Halloween costume for this weekend, and Rubin was so frightened by it that he actually ran away in terror, although don’t tell him I told you that, obviously. I kid you not. He came running to me and scrambled up on to my knee, from where he sat and stared at Terry in deep suspicion, turning to look up at me every so often as if to say, “Are you seeing this?!” Afterwards, he tried to say he’d just been “trying to protect me”, and he actually got a bit pissy about it when I tried to suggest he’d been frightened, but let’s just say no one would really blame him if he had been. And, once again, I can only apologise in advance to the friends we’ll be seeing on Saturday night while Terry’s dressed like that. I’m so sorry, guys.

In other other news, meanwhile, I’ve discovered that it’s actually impossible for me to take photos of Rubin without at least one of them turning out like this:

I’m talking about the tongue-on-nose, thing, by the way, not the mutant hand, because that’s actually mine. There’s only one mutant in this house right now, and it’s not Rubin.

(It’s Terry.)

(I’m kidding.)

(No, it’s Terry.)