I was sorry to hear I'd missed you and the kids by so narrow a margin at Hengist Day. I sent Percy, Oliver and Tim home for lunch and belatedly realised they would probably interpret that as, "Go to Penelope's flat and try to use the telephone to order take-away." Or fellytone. Once, they ordered twelve pizzas because they thought they came by the slice and then tried to pay the delivery boy with sickles. The police were called. It was a nightmare.
[Fleur] I can't apologise enough for telling some people that bit of Witch Weekly gossip was true. I never read it, myself, and had no idea what they were talking about. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just let me know.