2011 was a bad year. I buried my estranged father. Was diagnosed with cancer. Re-united (briefly) with my sister. Saw the fear on my wife's face when they told me what treatment I needed IMMEDIATELY. Had extensive surgery. Had to learn to deal with the consequences of having your urinary and reproductive system cut up.

2012 was a better year. We bought the farmstead. It wasn't a great year though because the 9 month remodel was rough.

2013 was a great year.

2014 is even better.


JYD #123 The great one formerly known as Architect.

I am now a fictional British television police officer (currently a Detective Sgt) at Thames Valley Station. My governor is Detective Inspector Fred Thursday and it’s 1969.