I’m sorry that there haven’t been any new posts here for a couple of months now. As you may know from the comments, I’ve been suffering from debilitating neck and shoulder pain. Depending on how the next few weeks go, I may soon be able to put a Moonlight Falls update I have half written, and after that maybe a couple of Snordwich ones.
However, for anything that involves building I’m afraid we’ll have to wait a lot longer. That’s just too much mouse use for me to attempt until this injury is well and truly behind me.
Thanks for your patience, support, and friendship.
I have now closed the poll, and can announce that the winner is Joseph, with his soon-to-be girlfriend Dorothy.
Many thanks to everyone who helped me make this difficult decision! The results were close: of the 16 votes cast, 6 went to Jo, 5 to Ronen, 3 to Ira, and 2 to Elior.
On Friday, Rachel takes the children on a field trip.
Jo and Ronen befriend a shrew.
Postimg.org seems to be having some issues, and the company has been forced to change the domain to postimg.cc
Since I’ve been using postimg as my main image host ever since the Photobucket fiasco, this means most of my recent images won’t be displaying properly.
It shouldn’t be too much of a pain to correct the links—I don’t have to reupload my images or anything like that, just use find and replace .org with .cc—but it will still take me a bit of time to fix every affected post.
I’ll just be fixing them here and there between other things. If there’s a particular post or group of posts you’re eager to read, let me know and I’ll do them first.
In the mean time, I’ll continue to put out new posts. I should have another Snordwich update and a Barnacle Bay build releasing this week 🙂
Apologies for the silly inconvenience, and happy simming!
The fix for the photobucket fiasco seems to have come to Mozilla Firefox too now. Get it here.
And here‘s the Chrome version again.
Happy Simming 🙂
Apologies for the lack of updates. My boyfriend and I recently moved house, and I’ve been busy every day ordering and assembling furniture. When I have a project like this I tend to zero in on it and it’s difficult for me to focus on anything else relax until it’s done.
I had hoped to have another Snordwich update for you before it all kicked off but I was just a bit too slow. I have all the pictures taken—a week with the Yates family covering Lady Snordwich’s funeral—but they’re on my desktop, which I haven’t been able to set up yet. After this Monday there’s nothing more to do with the house until the next round of deliveries arrives, so I hope to be able to get to it some time in the week.
Anyway, things are winding down and over the last few days I’ve become a bit more human and have been enjoying reading your comments and updates once more. As usual, I would especially recommend Mastress Alita’s charming Cat Chronicles, which always lifts me up when I’m feeling overwhelmed. And of course happy simming to you all xxx
To commemorate the wedding of Lord Snordwich’s heir, I made a little family tree. Full size here.
Sitting at his own wedding feast, Roger is still surprised to find himself a married man. This is not how things were meant to go. His wife Matilda was chosen for him by his father, a noble bride to carry on the Cecil line. Last week Lord Snordwich came to watch his lessons, and at the end of his visit made it clear that during the celebrations he did not expect his son to try to dance or shoot, or do any other thing so poorly as to bring shame upon the family.
Roger, though, gave up trying to please his father a long time ago. Defiantly, he plotted to dishonour him by publicly refusing to accept his choice of bride. Yet when he saw her, shining bright in Howard green and gold, his courage failed him and he spoke his vows.
Matilda and he will not live together as man and wife until she is old enough to bear his children safely. Perhaps that is for the best, Roger reflects, since he can’t even get up the nerve to talk to her. Last night they walked quietly together in the gardens with her brother Sir Jacquemon, but Roger’s mouth was all dry and he almost tripped over his own feet.
Getting nervous all over again, he turns his attention to the dishes before them. He thinks he will like the herring best—boiled in something red, probably nectar—but his mother sends word from the other side of the table for him not to neglect the meat. She is still trying to make a man of him, he thinks with irritation, and has Alberic Roussel heap still more of the fish onto his plate. He can follow through on this small act of rebellion at least.
He looks out over his father’s hall, packed full of guests.