But apart from that, it's a nice day.

[supermouse]

So, yes, most people will know by now, but for those who don't, we got burgled last night. They took a variety of electronic goods, a laundry bag and a handbag full of knitting. I was alone in the house at the time and, while I probably did hear the burglars, I would have assumed that it was Pol or Random coming in to get something, perhaps to mend the car. The doors and television are loud, but anything else is muffled by walls and distance. Random and Pol lost things and are, obviously, very much upset and angry. I've been living in my room for months, and lost nothing.

I've found there's a surprising amount of Sherlock fanfiction, and the amount seems to be growing exponentially. Steven Moffat and Mark Gatkiss can count that one a success, I think. One or two of the stories are even plausible. Speaking of Sherlock, I was surprised to find out that Benedict Cumberbatch is actually the actor's real name. I am full of glee.

The amount of loud demands from Moth have dropped right off now that there's no chicken in the fridge. It seems clear that she does in fact know whether there's chicken to be had, or not. When I do have chicken, she just refuses to shut up until she has some. She's sitting next to me right now, in the cottage loaf formation, with a silly smile on her face every time I rub her eyebrows.

A couple of people have asked for more time to break the cipher I posted, while others want the solution asap. I am in two minds as to what to do. A compromise is to not post the solution until tomorrow. I think I'll do that.