Updates may be sparse this weekend. Mrs Puddlecote said something that sounded like Scent Valium Times (I replied that I didn't know what she was talking about and she became incredibly angry. Very odd). Words I could make out being muttered as she stormed out were 'sabotage' and 'PC'.
I shall be attending this event at Mr Creedy's place on Monday though, perhaps you'd care to join in too?
This will be my sole form if ID on the day.