Gifts that can bite you in the ass....and some painted 28mm Foundry Orcs!

Late last year I sold some figures to fund the disease that is wargaming and did okay, felt the Irish guilt and asked the other half if she needed anything and lo and behold she said and egg incubator that she had seen on eBay!!!!!! (She does have some chickens........ducks......turkeys.....and geese, the geese are homicidal, aggressive, very intelligent and protective feckers).

Well anyway she used it once with unsatisfactory results, I sighed and life went on until Wednesday night when she ran into the front room with a small yellow thing attached to some shell, handed it to me and told me to keep it warm, more followed and eventually eight little bastards chicks are assaulting my fecking eardrums from an enclosure in the front room........

Lurker: Quiet!!!!!
Chick Horde: Cheeeeeeeppppp!!!!!!
Lurker: What now?
Chick Horde: Cheep!
Lurker: I've just done your hot water bottle!
Bastard Horde: Cheeeeep!!!!
Lurker: Mummy will be home soon, get back under the fleece and keep warm!
Fecking Horde: Cheepppppppp!!!!!!
Lurker: No, I'm not holding you and would you please shut up, you've driven the fecking dogs out of the bottom floor of the house. (The dogs have taken to eyeing me with contempt and with the notion it's my fault and if I don't do something soon there will be consequences...!)
Chick Horde: Cheeeppppp!!!!!!
Lurker: Your making Daddy cry........and twitch (I can still hear them now and I'm at work!).
 

BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!

.....and some Wargames Foundry Orcs!