A number you can introduce to your parents

Does this mean I'll have to update my 'About Me'? It's 42, by the way.

Dusting off those cobwebs...

...around the furniture of my mind. I've managed to clean up the muddy footprints of the people who've walked through here. It's been through a few Hairs of the Dog too, apparently (Of course I don't remember the dogs' visits themselves). All vaccumed up now, which leaves me with the gloomy realisation that what I have left here is a tiny little holocaust bunker where I seek shelter from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, and not much else.

I want fresh air, blue skies, green trees and lots of peace and quiet. I want a beach.