Red’s Dead Baby, Red’s Dead

I was searching for a cushion that graced our first home out in the garage this afternoon. I came across the two sacks containing my soft toys from childhood. There was Barbara Bunny, Big Pinky, Tartan Ted, and Bluebell to name but a few.
As an only child for almost six years; I am fine with admitting that these toys were friends. They all have names and I remember hours of fun with them.
It may be the particularly strong homesickness I have been feeling lately that brought it on, but I am also not ashamed to say I wept at the state of poor Red Fraggle, all squashed and brittle. She is never going back out to that garage. NEVER.

Walking Dead Game, How Do You Do It?

Oh. My. Goodness.
I have just finished the final episode of the Walking Dead game season two.
They managed to make me cry again – though nothing can top the finale of Season 1 – it turns out I cared more than I thought for those I went through season two with than I thought.
And what the hell chapter 5? Two awful decisions?
Bring on season three.
(Pictured – eye, sad, post chapter five).