As I sit looking out at the soft suppleness of the leathery leaves of the trees being blown about, outside my cottage, further north, the country is being smashed by storms. Scotland and northern England are having floods.
Heading south, away from these troubles, three Challengers are making their way to East Anglia, where the weather is kinder. Two, OddJob and the Bigamist, are to stay with Lord and Lady Whiplash at Lord Elpus Hall and the other, Nurse Wiggly, is to be taken into my protection.
We shall all meet tomorrow night for some fun, frolics and party games.
I have been sent this photograph from a well-wisher: I wonder if this is what Miss Whiplash has in mind?