At the bottom of this page is a link to "What's a flet?". I found out t'other week that flet is actually Old English for dwelling place, and is in use to this day - duh - in the word "flat". How about that. And there's plenty more where that came from, just click here! I love stuff like this.

It took us ages to move servers in the end, what with work and life doing their level best to get in the way. But we're back now, and both making personal promises to write more, and more often.

Abi's sock monster business is growing, and she's just had a successful day with a stall at the Sheffield Green Fair. She almost bought a coffee shop recently, but after a lot of business planning decided it wasn't a strong enough proposition. Rather than waste all the entrepreneurial advice she got, however, she's getting involved with the City of Sanctuary Cafe project in town.

"Learning to want what I have, rather than having what I want"

Name: Mark Stephen

Born: September 1974

Likes: A cold/clear evening, a warm pub and a Sheffield song.

Work: Freelance web developer and consultant.

Leisure: Going places with wife and kids, playing music, dancing, watching movies, cycling, reading, study.

Currently learning: More about computer programming; to play the oboe; to say "no"!

Recently read / currently reading: The Joy of Being Wrong, James Alison.

One day there'll be a page here just for recipes, but until then I'll just drop them randomly into my blog.

I'd never made chocolate brownies before today, they just seemed too extravagant - I mean, a whole block of real chocolate, just for cooking with? Then a certain supermarket employed a Jedi Knight for a day (probably hired from one of those charity shops I mysteriously have to go into) and made me buy a big slab of "quality" cooking chocolate because it was broken and thus reduced. Sigh.

Anyway, I dug out a recipe given me by a friend (thanks Charlotte!) ages ago, and set to work. It scared me a bit at first: Cocoa powder *and* chocolate?! But heck, who am I to argue? And my life they are delicious.

Who said that? I did; weren't you listening? Now, I may have been ill for nearly a month (poorly, not hospitalised), but it didn't kill me. No no, I have learned from it. It has made me stronger. I have learned the ancient art of What To Drink.

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"A little house well filled; a little land well tilled"

Name: Abigail Emily Maria

Born: April 1977

Likes: Rain, gardens, cooking for others, moonlight, the cello, anything by Hayao Miyazaki

Dislikes: Arrogance, housework, shopping malls, willful ignorance, fake food (aerosol cream, eg.), anything by George Bush (either of 'em)

What I do: voluntary work with women asylum seekers and refugees, attempt to tame my allotment, attempt to tame my children, advance my culinary skills, watch very bad kung fu movies, watch very good anime, clog up our windowsills with plants in various stages of growth.

A flet, also called a talan, is a platform in a tree, used by the Galadhrim in Tolkein's Middle Earth stories for shelter, for getting a better view, and for building their dwellings on.