Legs: Missing

Last regular day of the current set of holidays so we didn't do much. Jof had to go into work in town to email her friends because her work email is even more tedious than Buds', where you have to sign in on 3 different levels if you're not actually in the building.
Lunch was in Marks and Spencer with their famous toastie sandwiches. M&S have developed a friendly customer-oriented relationship over the last century with their open plan sales areas, gentle staircases and generous returns policy. Thus, anyone who has ever been there will be pleased to return and they do so until they actually die, and you've just gotta imagine that myocardial infarction-related customer-based incidents are part and parcel of management training. OK, so I've got a little problem with the shop manikins in the uncanny valley, nothing that a Samurai sword can't cure.
So the café was full of slow old people, but I have been capable of waiting, ordering, paying for, and consuming a meal for 2 for some years now. We sat on the tall stools opposite Men's Trousers for a bit and absolutely ran for the empty table as soon as the elderly occupants vacated (gurney and defib kit as per management instructions).
Sadly Ben and the JBs were unable to join me for the Lego session we'd planned (still doesn't matter what the kids plan, it's the adults that call the shots) so I Minecrafted and we added umpteen Lego humanoids to the half-term castle.

Usually at this point, we make as many humans as we can out of the box of spare parts until we just can't make any more. The first vital component we run out of is ... legs. We've got plenty of heads left, a few torsos, one or two hats and an awful lot of visors but the legs are the first thing to run out, no pun intended. Total number of defensive warriors on walls and towers is 345.