Spooky. The people letting our holiday home left us a bottle of Romanian Pinot Noir as a welcome pressie.   Also, Mrs Musket and I spent a large proportion of our honeymoon the other year in California hunting down the best Pinot.

Surely this must be a sign? Perhaps Dave the Gnome is the chosen one?

Steve. Have we enough people yet to rent a farm and get them there to hand over their possessions whilst waiting to welcome the mother ship to, wait for it. ... rapturous applause?