We found the sellotape! It was in the gauntlet compartment of the harmonium. Uncle Lucas had been using it as temporary cable ties during his re-wiring of the weapons console - I mean keyboard.
I can't kick up a fuss as he did the job for nothing. Mind you, recently he has been driving it into the ground, literally, dragging what sounds like vast quantities of timber and metal down the mine at ungodly hours. I am perplexed and intrigued.
The roadkill from the freezer at Empress Pamela's Chinese Chippie is now soft enough for skinning. Nine foxes, five pheasants and a black sack load of assorted, unidentifiable bits should see us through the next couple of days once bulked out with the usual festive trimmings.
Tonight we will be up top, huddled round a blazing caravan, frazzling an unexpected tide borne gift of preserved yams and telling traditional spooky tales of grotesque monsters. Me highly-strung Bro will probably make a puddle as usual, despite my assurances that it is all make-believe. Family!
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