Major Clanger and the Curse of the Confabulation Pint Glass

Gah. I have just broken my third successive Confabulation Pint Glass.

You know, the really nice ones that the '95 Eastercon produced, with a moose design and a 'Drink Me' label.

It was a washing-up accident. Or, more exactly, a draining-board accident. A bowl tipped over in the drying rack, tipping another bowl, and a glass, and then the Confabulation glass. I just had time for a cry of "Shit!" and to make a fumbled grab which saved the former glass but not the latter.

The previous Confabulation glass went under similar circumstances. The one before that was on a desk when I picked up bugshaw's Psion 3 without noticing that the power lead was plugged in, scooping it off onto the floor.

Sigh. Perhaps the Cabal can let me have one more - on the strict understanding that it lives in our display cabinet, next to our other decorative and delicate glassware. Or maybe I should just bundle it up in a cubic foot of bubblewrap and weld it into a safe...

MC

Baby gerbils that now actually look like gerbils...

At ten days, the baby gerbils have now developed enough fur that they have made a suprisingly rapid transition from pink blobs to what are undeniably very small rodents. Their colours and markings are coming through nicely, and by dint of careful inspection we now think we might even be able to tell what sex they are.

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