And here I am helping my brother Mark (bless him - altho 6 years older he's stuck in a time warp of age 11 due to his lack of mental development). He has a 6 foot square table with a land of Lego at his place. It's often combined with a train set around the town. Mark challenged me to build a motorbike. Mum said "Leave your sister alone, she's going to bed". I said "Sod that! I'm playing with Lego." Actually I said "Fuck it. Give me the lego" and mum asked if I'd been drinking. My swearing has got so normal now it sneaks out in front of the most holy one - my mother. She's a funny sort - prudish but outrageous with it. (I was defending my decision to rent, not buy, explaining I got so much more space, less hassle and had a gardener to boot - to which she immediately enquired "Do you sleep with your gardener?". It's terrible - I mean we are both fake sluts. It's no relationship or serious relationship for us.) Bit like me. I take after her in many ways Timi told me today - she said after my mum told her a funny story about her dentures, pulled a funny face to demo what she'd look like without them, then went off to bed suddenly leaving on the punchline and Timi wondering what happened. The family staying a 2nd night has driven Timi out the house tonight and there's no-one to nag my hiney off the web. Anyway we should do more family lego as I really enjoyed it.