NO … O … O … O …o … o … o … o ..!

So, yeah, one thing led to another … and, before I knew it, there I was playing PvZ again.

I’d forgotten how stressful it was!

Still … it’s an utterly charming concept, delightfully executed. And hideously addictive ¹ — I love this tune … I’ll be sorry when the roof stage is over : (

Hey, ho … got a way to go before I complete it again … so, l8rz, s̶u̶b̶h̶u̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶f̶o̶r̶m̶s̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶l̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶a̶p̶e̶w̶o̶r̶m̶s̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶v̶o̶l̶u̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶l̶e̶ ̶ peeps.

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¹ It’s a good job I lead the dissolute lifestyle of the dilettante ² or playing it until 04:00/4am would totally screw up my sleep pattern!

² I chopped the spaghetti with a pair of scissors earlier, before throwing it into the wok with some tomato purée, herbs, spices and diced hamburger ³ … and I’m pretty sure that’s an excommunicable offence in Italy at least, if not a number of other places too ⁵.

³ It was that or stop playing and go shopping instead ⁴.

⁴ Yes, I ran out of food a fortnight ago and, yes, I went to the cornershop, bought some rice, some spaghetti, a box of burgers and have been living off rice/spaghetti fried in tomato purée and herbs/spices with diced burger for the last two weeks rather than go shopping — what of it?

⁵ I wonder what deep fried spaghetti is like — I’ll have to try it next time I’m in Scotland.