Morgana the Flatulant has settled into her accustomed position (i.e., anywhere she shouldn't be), the other cats are looking positively disgruntled, but she's been in a bad mood since she was delivered here, Tuesday night.

Mungo the Bemused has started becoming Mungo the Begrudging...

Enjoy the trip Micca, I do not need any more Lifesavers, Salt Water Taffy or Ribbon Candy (I wish to keep my remaining teeth) and I forgot to give you the bottle of sloe gin. Sorry.

Give everyone there a big hug from me - one day I WILL deliver in person, just get the machine to pull out the right numbers!

LTS