[Raak] I was going to follow up with a song title to do with Diana worrying about Charles' erectile dysfunction, but thought better of it.

[pen] Sorry. I've been neglecting these parts somewhat recently. For about the last three years in fact. I was vaguely aware a visit was imminent. Annoyed at missing it. Poo.

[Rab] No worries. I'm sure we'll path crosses again before too long.
In other news, there has been a British-registered car parked in the driveway of the recently-sold house on the corner for three days now, and the lights in the house are burning in the evenings. I'm trying to keep the kitchen door open when The Archers' theme tune is playing, to give them 'the signal'. Did any of you lot know that an invasion had been planned? This is *so* exciting.

They have not responded to the 'Barwick Green' signal yet. I actually dreamt I met them last night - and didn't like them. Do I sound obsessed? What I absolutely mustn't do is go round, knock on the door and introduce myself. That would be so not English - they might take me for a foreigner.

Why not take them a lump of coal? You don't have to treat them as Southern English people?

On the other hand, they might be Dutch expats who have returned home.

The suspense is killing me. There's also a Dutch registered car there now. I think Phil might be right. What's wrong with staying in the UK???!

[pen] pots and kettles spring to mind...

Incidentally, I discovered on Sunday that I'm only a 30 minute drive from this windmill

(Phil) I thought the earth was flat. Well, you know what I mean.

[Phil] Splendid. Great photos too.

Greetins, ye pasty-faced landlubbers.

And what be it to ye, Stevie, y'old brigand?

Arr, Ahoy Black Phil! An I see ye have a firkin o' rum with ye.

Blast! Me cognomen fell of me postin, so it did! Yarr! Me cognomenclature be awash! To the bilge pumps me hearties!

So do y'reckon he's dead, Cap'n? He's been in the cells for a week now and never shouted for any food nor beer...
In other words, no-one has said owt for a week. I'll break the silence. We've bought a house. It only took us three years to find one. I'm thinking of crowd-funding it.

Just to let you know I'm in the process of migrating to a new server, so there will be a short period sometime in the next week or so where you won't be able to post.

I seem to have broken the Whoops! button, without having actually done anything. Very odd. Must investigate.

*Shouts down into the cellar where the meter box is* Are you alright in there rab?

Ah, I'd better not post this, then.

Turns out I just needed to resynch the index. As Neneh Cherry very nearly once sang.