Back in the saddle. Real Life has finished punching me in the nuts and I appear to have paid whatever dues were required.
Good news - I've managed to paint a figure in this crazy November! Bad news, is that its not going to be posted tonight because I thought of something I need to do to it quickly and the OCD perfectionist in me decided that I could wait. And by 'I', I mean you.
So I thought I'd draw your attention to this instead:
I'd have thought the chap would have thrown the postage in for free. You know - because £419 is a shit-ton of money for 3 grams of lead. Maybe it can cure cancer if you eat it. A bold price in this time of austerity and strife. If only the greeks had a few, their economy would be now stable.
I thought Terror of the Lichemaster was going to be an expensive exercise. Thank heavens I didn't pick Orc's Drift.