Cheese, zombies, fire, cats, Leon

The game didn't happen last night because cyanidemigraine was dead on his feet. But Leon sans lj came round anyway, armed with wine and cheeses, and we ate and drank and talked. Then, because larians is a fanatic, we played with his birthday present from Bruce, a board game called 'Zombies'. And then something happened.

( Something that happened )

There is no smell of cat this morning. We, the house and everything in it, smell of char-grill.