Having spent Christmas and New Year in darkest Kent sampling hop based products Mingulay realises that tempus is once again fugitting rapidly and quickly puts in an order for Easter Eggs before they all go. Forward planning is the name of the game, this year's turkey is due to hatch any day.

Looked in at the Tavern on the way home but the place was deserted apart from a Middle Eastern looking guy covered in green jello and sucker marks selling second hand Christmas cards.

Oh how the mighty are fallen!