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Frank, Alice. Didn't realise how sore I'd be today. Oi! Made cleaning bogs less merry than usual. But, seriously, thank you. I'm coming back as soon as I can manage it. May need to wait for the weekend, though. We've been busy in the garden, and Beth's been bringing people through our secret room as fast as we can turn the space around. That requires a bit of play-acting on the public side to cover up. Besides, Bea's a bit of a handful at the moment, and is in a phase where she gets very cross about being left.

Mind you, I came home from work this morning to find she's got a new favourite game: pulling the doggy's tail until he yowls.

Charlie. Sorry I missed seeing you. Shame to have come so close and not have overlapped. Such is the life of a menial worker, though. Those floors must be mopped or the business of the Protectorate couldn't be done!