Yesterday evening was a bit odd. Whilst I was trying to post the evening bloggo, I was beset by telephone calls, computer problems and people trying to set up filters on the new fishtanks. On top of this, Emma and Matty were bullying me into sorting out the CFZ accounts into a form which the Charity Commissioners will accept. They pointed out with some justification that the current accounts look as if a family of alcoholic badgers have been having a long term competition to see who could make the sorst hash of doing them, and that a spectral tarsier with learning difficulties would probably have made a better job. At that point Biggles decided to turn out the bins and knocked over a teetering pile of review books, and then Richard Muirhead telephoned me from some boozer in the back streets of a small village in rural Hungary to talk about the reed wolf.
So. Please forgive me that Maxy's Big Three singularly failed to appear. I will remedy the omission this evening.
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