Off for meetings tomorrow, so from Thursday morning until Sunday, anyone who wants to reach me will have to do so on my mobile.
Note to burglars: my flatmate will still be in residence. But you can steal her if you like.
You have to know Falmouth high street to get this really, but today a removals lorry was attempting to turn up one of the incredibly narrow side streets, surrounded by at least thirty people with their mouths open, pointing. The lorry was still having a go by the time I had moved on, and perhaps it will still be there when I return. We have had a proper scandal down here about Satanic drug murders, and bodies dumped in the sea, and then being pulled up by a fishing boat called 'The Clairvoyance', so it's not that we're short of occurances. But there will always be something magical about a big lorry trying to turn in a small space.
Good luck to the plucky scamps, say I.
Right, I'm off to play what I think is the final session of this D&D campaign. My paladin (injured) has now ascended to the dizzy heights of 5th level, and thus can Smite Evil twice per day. Twice per day!
Evil, consider yourself Smoted.