What is all this heatwave fuss about? It's as cool as a politician's handshake down here in the lower reaches of the tin mine ... er, I mean Kastell Ambrose. These conditions and lashings of Auntie P's refreshing (and mildly hallucinogenic) seaweed sorbet have allowed us to get on with our wizard schemes.
Uncle Lucas has eschewed the notion of adapting Y Nauci 14 for tunnelling under the sea in favour of securing JCB grabs to Mr Prendergast's arms. If you thought Groida was ham-clawed you should see the monstrous appendages on his hulking automaton.
Apparently it is feasible to run a loop off Groida's Xmas railway to service the Subsea Alhambra project. Excavation is scheduled to begin after the holiday season (working hols for Team Ambrose, of course). We are honour bound to demonstrate that tourists and their wealth are soon parted.
The Krazy Kernow Tearooms and Empress Pamela's Chinese Chippie always rake in the dosh, especially by serving up disguised roadkill, short-changing and demanding tips with menaces. Plus we have a new fortune-telling scam, "Mystic Mordecai". Hehehe! No, he wouldn't do it. The poor sap would have nightmares. Looks like yours truly will have to raid the dressing-up box and play the part.
So much to do! I have also received intelligence that a bloody enormous Del Monte container vessel is due to pass us off The Lizard within the next week. Time for a bit of a practice on the harmonium, methinks.
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