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As reported on FB (thank you all) my seventh degree arrived on Monday, namely the Graduate Diploma in Applied Psychology, the goatskin parchment apparently designed to last five hundred years (no goats were harmed). In the current degree, there have been a presentation and a short essay written this week, along with two grades received that are keeping to my average. Next week a further two are being submitted and I'm particularly looking forward to the impact adaption for Pacific island nations, which is a significant interest of mine. Also this week I seemed to someone to the diamond league in Duolingo again, somewhat helped by a decision to expand my Chinese language, including French from Chinese; I would prefer to do the other way around but you do what the green owl provides.
Over the weekend and on Monday, I have three opportunities for gaming groups. The first was on Saturday with Carla's group of youngsters who I'm quite pleased to join; it was another game of Root, the game of anthropomorphic animal factions seeking their own victory conditions over the woodland. In this particular venture, the sneaky Vagabond managed to pip others to the post, including my own Marquise de Cat (surely that should be "Marquis du Chat"?). The following day Tim R., hosted a session of his own RPG, "Children of the Black Forest", an alien-horror SF exploration game that has a system that is both simple but adaptable. Finally, on Monday we ventured out to Clayton to the home of Andy S., for Justin A's Burning Wheel game set in the Thirty Years' War.
Alas, events struck me mid-week. After a late afternoon meeting with some data storage specialists where I found myself caught in the rain, the public transport trip back home witnessed everyone sniffling. By the following morning, it was evident that I had caught myself a cold and the sort that knocks you out entirely for three days. It has only been today that I've managed to drag my carcass out of bed for more than a couple of hours, and in this case make my way to the home of Alison B., for whom I had volunteered to do some cat-sitting in the leafy green surrounds of Eltham, while she and her progeny have their own events. The cats, Gizmo and Cosmo, are absolutely delightful beings and are making superb company for my convalescence. It promises to be a relaxing weekend.
Over the weekend and on Monday, I have three opportunities for gaming groups. The first was on Saturday with Carla's group of youngsters who I'm quite pleased to join; it was another game of Root, the game of anthropomorphic animal factions seeking their own victory conditions over the woodland. In this particular venture, the sneaky Vagabond managed to pip others to the post, including my own Marquise de Cat (surely that should be "Marquis du Chat"?). The following day Tim R., hosted a session of his own RPG, "Children of the Black Forest", an alien-horror SF exploration game that has a system that is both simple but adaptable. Finally, on Monday we ventured out to Clayton to the home of Andy S., for Justin A's Burning Wheel game set in the Thirty Years' War.
Alas, events struck me mid-week. After a late afternoon meeting with some data storage specialists where I found myself caught in the rain, the public transport trip back home witnessed everyone sniffling. By the following morning, it was evident that I had caught myself a cold and the sort that knocks you out entirely for three days. It has only been today that I've managed to drag my carcass out of bed for more than a couple of hours, and in this case make my way to the home of Alison B., for whom I had volunteered to do some cat-sitting in the leafy green surrounds of Eltham, while she and her progeny have their own events. The cats, Gizmo and Cosmo, are absolutely delightful beings and are making superb company for my convalescence. It promises to be a relaxing weekend.
