Where there's a will...

I plan to update my will soon, so if you've ever admired my possessions with the immortal phrase "Can I have that when you die?" now's the time to make your bequest requests. IIRC that used to be the preferred UniSFAn method of admiring another's wardrobe.

Our entire AV collection is already spoken for. I intend to outlast both Pumpkin and The Catmobile.

I don't plan to *need* my will any time soon, but the current one is a bit old and has some disturbing fine print snuck in by an evil corporate lawyer >:-{

I've got form

I am smashed and may fishinh thes posgt later.

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EDIT: No, I think I'll leave it exactly as written last night, if only to mark the terrifying realisation that I don't remember writing parts of it, and clearly I was in no state to perform even rudimentary editing.
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Today I progressed another micro-step on the RDA volunteer trail, and picked up an "Application for a Working With Children Check" form from the post office. I know it seems like I'm dragging my heels, but I've had to wait for term to start so it's been a slow-motion e-mail correspondence since the start of the year.

( I hate forms )