Things are not going swimmingly at the Zedery at present, I’m afraid. I’ve just discovered that my husband (I’m afraid that I’m going to have to find a new name to him, because Sage is now quite wrong) has had a whole lot of speeding tickets (that he never mentioned to me) and, as a result, is going to be off-road for a bit, as well as out of favour. It may be a while before I’m able to talk about things, and I may be asking for some kind thoughts to come this way.
Cheery-pip, darlings. You’ve got to keep carrying on, n’est-ce-pas? – or innit? as we say at the Zedery.