Are supposedly off to Mull to visit the Chairman. The Far East Correspondent, Master Routefinder, CAfSNOT, Grand Mahout and the Public Relations Secretary seem to think that the weather will smile upon them next Saturday. As I gaze out of the window of Oboto Towers, the snow is falling in tennis ball-sized lumps, and the forecast is 'wintry'.
I am yet to be convinced that I want to go. Actually, I know for a fact I will be doing my hair and walking the dog I don't have. As a back-up plan, I could always stick my leg under the front wheel of a car, like Medial Malleolus did...
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