<grin> I have a front yard! (and a house that's too small to sleep others, and if more than two people turn up, we tend not to fit in). I can offer ... er ... bathroom facilities. And a guided tour to the shop where the Bonefire just sold out and who will be reordering ...
And a collection to rummage around in. Some of my fondest memories have been of occasions when Tarot-friends have turned up, pulled out decks they've never seen before, and given each other readings.
Beautiful and Fabulously Twisted.
This message is protected by the ejaculation of serpents. Life is a holy moment, a brief flash of sentience in the sacred abyss.
Sometimes a rotting corpse has to be a better choice than any of the candidates offered up to us by our political systems.