We now believe we know what happened. To Beagle 2, that is. We've no idea what Hnaef was up to.
This afternoon we were preparing for our Barbecue in honour of Ss Joachim and Anne - favourite saints of the Beaker Folk on the grounds that all the details of their lives and even their names are completely made up. The barbecue we've been using for the last six years unfortunately blew up in the Midsummer Hydrogen Balloon Festival, so Drayton was scrabbling around at the back of the garage looking for the old one.
If you remember, many press reports at the time described Beagle 2 as being about the size of a barbecue.
It now seems that the reason that Prof Pillinger did not receive any signals from space, is because our barbecue does not have any kind of radio transmitting devices attached.
Embarrassing, I suppose, but at least we have the excuse to go and buy a new barbecue. Meanwhile, somewhere on Mars, a little green man is trying to work out how to get firelighters to work in an oxygen-poor atmosphere.
We'll be burying that pile of old electronics we found in the garage in the Orchard, before MI5 come round. Let's be hearing no more about it.
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