Generally my dreams are a load of tripe: for example, the one about trying to catch pigs in a flooded field whilst carrying a washing machine. Whilst being chased by anthromorphic articulated lorries*. This was a particular stand out in my catalogue of anxiety-ridden sleep time brain vomitings. Last night I had an epiphany. Does

Guess who’s back? Back again

Howdy Duffer Lovers, time to stick my head over the parapet once more. I know things have been quiet but things have been changing (mostly for the better) here at Duffer Towers, and it's safe to say that I've/We've been hella busy. So... Christening Moved house (Finally!!! It has a garden!!! And space!!) Changed contracts