So, teeth. Not that much fun. Not nearly as much fun as one might think. In fact, decidedly less fun than one might think. Cue gallons of camomile-related concoctions, and a lot of time spent with three in a bed (not that we mind that, particularly; in fact, it’s really quite lovely, apart from the proximity of tiny-yet-strangely-powerful lungs to adult ear’oles). Oh, and the complete and utter inability to string a sentence together regarding anything other than the aforementioned teeth. Or lack thereof.

However, in other news, Quercus is doing an exciting learning-at-work thingy about cob and natural building materials; he is going to have his own stand and everything, and, as his rivals are covering such thrilling topics as Equal Opportunities, clearly he will be the belle of the ball. Or something. And, clearly, this means a new post about cob, and the fabulousness thereof, is long overdue from Earthenhouse. This must be rectified. Shortly.