First of all, thank you to all of you who took the time to send best wishes to Mrs. Kinch. She is on the mend and should be back in action within the week. I've mainly been running around after her (though to be fair that mainly consists of running around her at present) for the last few days, though it must be said she is bearing this extremely frustrating illness with her usual stoicism.
In the meantime, as I have a game at the end of the month, I have gotten motoring on my Harriers. These are Airfix GR 3 kits, two of the old tooling and two of new. I seem to be doing a lot of work on planes at the moment. There's something nice about painting them, the instructions are always pretty simple, multiple coats of paint are required and there are a lot of flat surfaces. They are a lot less nerve wracking than painting the human form. It's like painting a wall - it's quite restful.
These fellows are still with us and you see them here in an uncharacteristically relaxed pose. They are getting big and bold and thunder around the room like a herd of elephants. Trying to teach them not to use claws is an ongoing project and not a battle I'm entirely sure we're winning.
Traditions are important.
Mrs. Kinch wasn't able to attend to this particular tradition this year, so I took up the task. For some explanation as to what the hell I was doing in the Pheonix Park last Monday, you will have to take a look at a previous Joy & Forgetfulness post.
Have a good weekend.