And then there were four

And a happy Full Moon to you all. In contrast to the old days, it seemed very quiet, just the four of us out there in the Orchard, surrounded by rotting apples and with drunken wasps rolling around.

I say "four", because we've discovered another member of the old crew. When I came to clear out the Archdruid's Wing I found Young Keith had taken it over. He explained that, with his new important post in the Coalition, he'd found a way to claim the entire Great House was his second home (his main home being, apparently, an ice cream van parked in a side street in Fulham). So that explained why Mr Jovanovich and his friends had all left. A shame really, as I was looking forward to the fight to remove them.

So we've spent the evening on the web-site of every online fabric seller, ordering every fabric swatch we can. We're needing to refurbish the pilgrims' bedrooms, so before any turn up we need to get sufficient swatches that their first tasks will be to sew their own quilts. Both economical and spiritual, is how I look at it. Just think of all the worldly wisdom and good-fellowship that will be shared as they each add their own little patch of random cloth into what will be some Beaker Person's rather shoddy and non-chill-resistant quilt. And then we can charge them for the experience. I tell you, it's good to be back.