Yesterday I came back home after a holiday in Wales with my family. It's a really nice country and we had a nice time. I particularly liked a town called Portmeirion - it was an incredible village and I'd live there myself if it weren't a tourist attraction. 

While I was there I found the perfect trousers for my custom Major Mint doll (it's coming along well, by the way - it actually looks like him now).

Since a few people have shown interest in my Nutcracker fanfiction, I'll talk about the characters first.

The summer holidays are currently going on and I haven't got that many plans. The only other things I can think of to write about are all Nutcracker related, but something relatively interesting happened today so I'll mention it for the sake of variety. 

It was about 10am and I was on my way out to feed my guinea pig. I went out the door, put his food in his bowl, closed his door and then turned back to the conservatory. It was only then that I noticed the bee on the doormat. 

It was a rather large bee, and I think there was something wrong with it because it was moving very sluggishly, stopping altogether on occasions. I felt it had to go outside but I was too nervous about picking it up (stupid, I know, but that was how I felt) and so I covered it with a cup and moved the doormat outside. Standing there, I waited for the bee to crawl off it, but it was barely moving. Taking care, I moved the mat off the patio and onto the grass. Not a pleasant experience, as I was wearing socks (my guinea pig's hutch is on the patio, so I often don't bother putting shoes on to feed him). No movement from the bee. I tried to shake it off the doormat. Still no movement. 

By now I was beginning to wonder if I should just leave the doormat outside and wait for it to crawl off. But the thing is, I wasn't sure it would crawl off; in fact, I was beginning to wonder if it was dead. Besides, my father came home through the garden and I didn't think he'd be pleased to find the doormat lying outside. 
My father hasn't got the best temper in the world and I wasn't sure he'd take it well, especially if he was in a bad mood. 

So I went inside, picked up a broom and tried gently to ease it off. It moved again! It was alive! But now it was running away from the edge of the doormat! Gently, I nudged it with the broom - only gently, because I didn't want to kill it (okay, it was probably dying anyway but I still wanted to give it a fighting chance). Eventually - and I do mean eventually - it came to the edge and climbed off. I took the doormat back inside and went back to finding something to do. 

I'm sure you realise how dull my holiday has been if this is the only thing I could think of to write about. Hopefully things will get better.

Where to start? 

Well, my username is MajorAbbey, I'm from the UK and I have Asperger's Syndrome. That last one I thought I should mention because I have a tendency to take things a bit too seriously on occasions and I can be very defensive about things I like. 

My hobbies are reading (anything) and writing (mostly fanfiction). I like watching the Simpsons, Heroes, and a few other shows I can't remember off the top of my head. Films I like include Chicken Little, Kung Fu Panda and Barbie in the Nutcracker. I'm really into that last one at the moment, especially Major Mint; I absolutely love this character and maybe at some point I'll explain why.