Hallooooo,
We were out in the sticks at the weekend, visiting the in-laws with Zila, Bill and Luiza in tow and making full use of their swimming pool. And now we're in the midst of Sherlock Week, with PR folk flying in from all over the continent for training and other hi-jinks. On Friday we have our long-awaited yearly party, featuring a concert by the Sherlock House Band, and yours truly on drums this time.
In other news I've made a new, rather chilled-out compilation, plus another one about fish for some reason; and my phrase of the day means "that's where the jump of the cat is", and acts as a kind of interjection whenever you want to say something like "that's the thing, though". I haven't had a chance to use it myself, but it's only a matter of time.
Speak sooooon,
... And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Fred
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