As usual this isn't a post about the mechanics of Malifaux or even the joys of painting. This time I'd like to
Malifaux seems to fall in that social gap between sweaty boys in black tees playing with robots and rockets and last of the summer wine extras recreating someone's last stand. Because of this there are lots of Malifaux players with my partners and kids. (Huge insulting generalisation aside you get the point)
It's looks odd written down but that's how things work, you want to go have fun with your mates you ask first, partly for permission and partly because you (me) have no idea what's happening when and need to be reminded of everything that's booked in.
Don't misunderstand me I'm not complaining my Mrs puts up with enough from my hobby without me running off when I'm needed at home.
So what am I trying to say?
Thank You! Thank you for putting up with the piles of plastic filling up the cupboards and the stink of paint and glue getting in everywhere. Thank you for not asking too many questions when a new box of something drops through the letterbox. Thank you for being the adult while I run off to act like a kid with my mates. Thank
Lots of us have someone picking up the slack while we're off having fun and it's about time we admitted how important that is. Next time you get a pass make sure you appreciate it.
(Just imagine what the scene would be like if for even a month there were no passes)
That's it from me.