People always seem baffled when I say I'm not 100% sure where I'm going for the weekend. But really, why does it matter where the cottage is when we close the doors and curtains and don't emerge for three days? Outside may be rainy and awful (or not, in this case) but inside we are being killed by a medusa and learning how to run a space empire. Here, the squabbling allied forces are attempting to push back an invasion of Nazis from the moon - successfully!
