They're home, by the way. I'm glad the Dower House is a long way down the drive. Celestine has a fine set of lungs. And it means I couldn't hear Young Keith singing as he staggered back from the White Horse every night until the girls got back today.
Hnaef has taken to being up at 3am to "take calls with Japan". I don't know why, but I've been encouraging him to knit while he's at it. I've told him it's like meditation - keeps him at one ith the early mornings. And we need a lot of miniature knitware. Soon be Xmas.